It's beginning to look a lot like solstakkuhmas! Dad cut down an evergreen that was growing too close to our house, so had to come down, anyway. Mom hung the lights and set up this fantastic little Dicken's village beneath that I can't stop admiring. We also wrapped a tree in front of our house in white lights... We put the ornaments on our Solstice tree, hung our Christmas stockings, set up the Menorah, and managed to thoroughly confuse all sense of holiday awareness and order I had managed to amass over my first two years of life. What I'm figuring out is that lights are good and we're heading into a month long celebration of winter. I can roll with that.