Yes people, it's started. My insufferable Minion has yet again tuned into the 24/7 Christmas carol station, starting today. I will not be responsible for the outcome. It is on his head if I crack from one too many renditions of "Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer" or "The First Noel". Especially because he is likely to be the recipient of any violence inspired from this far-too-early, far-too-much approach to seasonal music. Already today I was tempted to teach him a new meaning for the concept of decorating with balls for Christmas.
Use your imagination.
Thirty-nine days and counting. I now remember why I hate Christmas.
I'll take pictures of the Hummels before I send them out. I'll try to post them this weekend (both in the literal and figurative senses). I just have to figure out how best to package them so they won't break in transit. I can't say I've had a lot of experience with this.