My favorite time of the year. Its a holiday that truly shines in the godforsaken Arctic tundra, because of the snow. Last year we had a shit-ton of snow (a shit-ton is equal to four craploads) but there is nothing like Christmas lights twinkling through the drift of snow they are buried under.

Last year Marmot’s brother-in-law put icicle lights up along the roof line because Marmot and I are both scared of heights. Dumbest thing we ever did, because he didn’t have a return trip planned for the spring! Finally in June I sent Marmot up on the ladder (just hold tight babe, you’ll be fine) to take the lights down. We will NEVER be doing that again! Although this year we did put up the garlands and one strand of lights outside.

Taken from my vantage point inside, after I'd frozen my behind off! He has always said he wants to stay in the North...lol

And the Christmas tree- oh how I love the Christmas tree. Ours is always a little wonky looking though, due to no ornaments at Labrador-tail level or lower (the boys shattered a few last year). There is also a lack of Christmas presents because someone-who-shall-remain-nameless taught Brewer to unwrap his own presents last year- so now Brewer thinks all gifts hold chewy bones, and the presents are lovingly placed on the dining room table out of his reach.

Hope you’re having a wonderful start to the Christmas season!