Mom loves Christymas. It's her favorite holiday. Usually she is very prepared. She has her shopping done by Turkey Day and the decorations up the first weekend in December. By this time in December, the presents are all wrapped, and she's been giving the hot-as-hell-box a workout.
This year, she isn't feeling it. She was so focused on Turkey Day and her friends visiting that she completely forgot about Christymas (imagine that!). So she's trying to get into the Spirit.
We haven't got a tree yet, and I know she feels Christymas-y when the tree is up. She wants a real one this year, but that means she has to go out and buy a stand for it, and then figure out how to get a Christymas tree home by herself.
So when she drove home last night, and noticed this Santa in a hot-air balloon on the neighbor's front yard, she smiled. It's really pretty at night, all lit up and glowing.