This was by no means an isolated incident, as I had scooted out for the shop's afternoon coffee run and found, to my delight, that we have an entire Christmas boutique shop in Menlo Park.
And yes, I said delight.
I know, I know, I should be on the bandwagon with all the other frustrated, temporally displaced refugees who despise twinkly lights bedecking bushes a full three weeks before Thanksgiving, but I canNOT get enough. Don't get me wrong, the music has official sanction from Black Friday to Boxing Day. The tree from Black Friday to Epiphany.
But I do deeeeeeelight in the whole gorgeous spectacle. Delight, revel, celebrate, carouse, roister, whoop this season up. I nearly knocked myownself right down to aboutface and get into that shop, my friends, because I saw this:
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| A Christmas GingerBird |
It would be sweet to say this is the first ornament of the season, bought for GingerMan, as it is so difficult to find high-quality Robins. The photographic record says otherwise:
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| Two from Buckingham Palace, the Royal Thistle from Edinburgh and a Christmas Robin from Harrods, London |
And these don't include the mouse and silver teddy bear "Baby's First Christmas 2012" from Harrods for Danger Mouse.
What? It's my contractual obligation.
OH! and Christmas cards! For the first time in about 8 years:
And now I will leave you, my itchy little fingers know where the mesh lights are, and those bushes out front ain't gonna dress themselves, pal....
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