Showing posts with label Christmas To Do List. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas To Do List. Show all posts

Fabiola's Christmas To Do List

1. Plan a magical festive environment for the Christmas celebration using lots of lights and greenery.

2. Design table centerpieces that are beautiful, functional and fraught with seasonal significance and meaning. Think Red Green and Gold Painted Teasel and Evergreen boughs. Lots of candles, maybe a baby Jesus made of wax and wrapped in swaddling clothes in the center of … Fabiola is certain that no one would attempt to light the baby Jesus. But there is a bar in the basement. On second thought, a crΓ¨che, over the bar, high up, out of reach, surrounded by dear, miniature electric bulbs.

3. Send Mary out to pick the teasel (Fabiola doesn’t DO outdoorsy stuff, let alone grub around the edges of fields looking for interesting dried wildflowers). Locate the doilies and the Christmas Bulb pickle forks; make sure that Mary remembers to use them this year.










Mary, that dear girl took a few moments out of her day today to find and bring back some teasel. <-- Wiki link

And then she painted them for me! She only picked a few, because she did not trust Fabiola. She wondered aloud why she was painting weeds fake brass and hillbilly chrome. I will send her out for more tomorrow.






Fabiola is going to be a busy busy girl!

Mary's Christmas To Do List

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Christmas Is Coming!

Well, now that one holiday is over, it is time to start preparing for the next one! Christmas! Fabiola loves, loves, loves Christmas!

From decorating the tree to baking cookies, wrapping presents to welcoming all those wonderful, cheerful holiday guests, Christmas is a Fabiola time of year! What other time of year does decorative excess become the norm? Fabiola positively glows at the thought of gayety and greenery, lights and laughter. Heaven!

There is only a short month to get ready! Fabiola must start compiling her Christmas “To Do” List.

Fabiola is sure that Mary will be her usual wet blanket self. She always is. All do this and then we have to do that. I swear that woman can wring every last bit of joy out of a celebration. Every year she and I battle over this holiday. One month to go.