Watched both The Little Drummer Boy (on tape, since the DVD copy is so stinky) and Mickey's Christmas Carol tonight--the latter is one of James' favorites. I love the song.
We also, since we won't have time Christmas Eve, went out looking at some Christmas lights. We drove around the neighborhood for a few minutes, but our local "glitter gulch" a few streets away was muted--I guess someone forgot to flip the switch.
So we drove out to Buckhead via Mount Paran Road to check out this year's display at the Albritton House. The tree is all green this year with a funky multicolor star (unlike the angel shown in the pictures). The ground cover lights are a mixture of purple, blue, and green that looks very cool. It would be nice to try on our own porch had the idiots who built the house bothered to put an outside power plug in the front!!!
Sad news, though: Mr. Albritton was outside talking to the spectators and it's their last year doing this, as they're moving soon. :-(
On the corner of West Wieuca and Powers Ferry they had a living nativity; several sheep grazing about the manger and the Magi pointing out the Star as we passed by.
We came home through my old homebound route, West Paces Ferry Road. West Paces was the best part of the day, except in summer when it took twenty minutes to inch down a couple miles of road due to the traffic and even with the A/C on you were broiling. This is the swank part of town, just like Mount Paran, with big expensive houses. James and I comment--as my parents and I used to comment--about how the folks with money seem to under-decorate while the middle-class folks go all out. A big wreath and a spotlight on it seem to do for a lot of these moneyed folks, while the little house on Pat Mell behind the Eckerds has lights everywhere, inflatable figures, and lighted figures.
Maybe because the folks with money have an image to live up to and can't be caught with tacky home decorations? Fiddle--they can keep their plain wreaths and white candles; I'm glad I don't have an image to consider!
Came home just in time for our annual Remember WENN online Christmas party. Folks bring 1940s era "virtual food" and we gab until a certain time, when every one of us who have WENN's Christmas episode on tape queue it up and try to watch it at the same time. Of course some folks are a bit behind or ahead, which makes it funnier.
At the end is a beautiful song called "You Make It Christmas" which Bandit and I always "dance" to. (Well, I twirl slowly and he sits on my hand looking puzzled, but he enjoys the attention.) Every year I thank God for giving us yet another dance together.
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