“Christmas Day will always be, just as long as we have we.”
—Welcome Christmas, by Dr. Suess and Albert Hague
I love getting a Christmas present to play with. Like a little paint set, with watercolor-ready postcards. This was my first painting–what do you think?
I was attempting to portray our living room tree, which is decorated in blues and greens, like so:
But the paint set only has four colors, and I have a kindergarten-level grasp of color theory, which aquamarine is well beyond. I am in possession of an artistic license, however. So my painted tree has a color scheme more like the Capitol Hotel tree, which we visited the other night:
Either way, it was a lovely Christmas day. As much as I would love to spend the holiday with all our loved ones, it’s delicious to stay in our pajamas past noon, and not be committed to any agenda but our own. This had to be one of the least organized Christmases I remember (which is saying something), but it was okay, because it didn’t matter what time supper made it to the table, or that the sunroom never got decorated, or the laundry put away. Somehow or other, Christmas came, just the same.