Let it snow…

I recently learned which XM stations were playing holiday music. Being a lover of everything Christmas, I turned to one particular station and found myself quickly singing along to Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow. As I belted out the tunes in what was definitely a voice that did not resemble anything remotely close to lovely, I glanced at the outside temperature on my car. 80 degrees! The first week of December, Christmas music on the radio, and it was a beautiful 80 degrees! I threw my cares out the window, opened the sunroof and continued to sing along to every Christmas song, it was a beautiful day, not even my awful singing voice could ruin.

I know Christmas Eve and Christmas morning will come, and I will wish, just like every year as a child for a white Christmas. But then December 26th will roll around and I will no longer want snow, but rather bright, sunny, warm days. Thank you Louisiana. I will not hold the lack of Christmas snow against you, but rather appreciate the beautiful weather, and compensate with a bit of artificial snow.

Our house is ready for Christmas. I had a lot of fun (I think Ryan even enjoyed) putting the tree and outside lights up. This is our first Christmas, in our first house!

Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree...
Pre-lit trees truly are the best thing, even better than sliced bread. 

Don't ask how I got the star on the top of a 9 foot tree.
I chose to put that up when Ryan was away on a business trip.
And no, I did not use a ladder. Ladders are so awkward to carry, I didn't want to risk hitting a wall. 

A snowy foyer.
Never was a huge fan of building my own snowman.
This works much better for me. Some pretty wooden snowflakes, and snowmen. 

Ryan's words, "Get the camera, take a picture of me way up here hanging these lights."
Thanks, Love! They look great!
Macy was the supervisor. 

It will not snow in 80 degree weather, but we have icicles and snowflakes hanging from our house. 

Only house in the neighborhood with lights hanging from the roofline.
We quickly learned why, not everyone is going to climb on a 22 foot ladder to hang lights.
You never realize how tall something is, until you stand on a 9 foot ladder and realize you are nowhere near the height you need to be at. 

We conquered suburbia life, homeownership, Christmas spirit.
Call it what you want, fellow neighbors, the Lang family is ready for Christmas.