"Even though it has a flannel banket on it..."

It's Christmas time. Time to Deck the Halls. And what better way to Deck the Halls, than to SING "Deck the Halls". Let's commence the original Welsh version of the song, shall we?

Cold is the man who can't love,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la,
The old mountains of dear Wales,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la,
To him and his warmest friend,
Ffa la, Ffa la, fa la la,
A cheerful holiday next year,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la.
To the troubled, cold are the bills,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la,
Which come during the holidays,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la,
Listening to a sermon in one verse,
Ffa la, Ffa la, fa la la,
Spending more than you earn,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la.
Cold is the snow on Mount Snowdon,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la,
Even though it has a flannel banket on it,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la,
Cold are the people who don't care,
Ffa la, Ffa la, fa la la,
To meet together on New Year's Eve,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la.

Huh? Such a HAPPY tune!

Well, we Decked our Halls the first weekend in December. Darrick decided his kids were having a real tree this year. Good grief, I was thinking a 6-7 footer would do it, but he picked out a ginormous 10 foot tree that nearly touches the ceiling! Luckily, we came up with just enough decorations to cover this giant Grand Fir. Though I thought it was a bit much, we can't help but stare in awe at this gorgeous reminder of why I shouldn't live in Tucson! Not to mention it's divine pine smell.

These pictures really don't do it justice. If you haven't been to my house, then you don't realize that I have a nearly 14 foot ceiling and my fireplace is the size of a Pinto. (Well, close.)

And I found this great little "Fast Facts" page about Christmas trees on the History Channel site. Check it out.