After a stellar event, and some Froyo, we watched that very traditional holiday film . . . Hunger Games. Yep, the kids are knee-deep into the story of Katniss and Panem, plowing through the books and now starting the movies.
Yesterday was the kids' annual December holiday piano recital, which went off swimmingly with Sis playing "Hedwig's Them" and "Shake it Off," and Bud playing "Home Fried Potatoes" and something which title I forget ("Stepping" or "Swinging," something.) They went first and second and were glad to be done, sitting quietly through numerous Christmas, pop, and classical songs and waiting patiently for the snacks at the end, including my orange poundcake, which was popular.
We headed home, counting Christmas trees as we went--we count all season and are up above 90 spotted on the roof of cars from the nearby popular tree farm. We have an artificial tree, because of the cats, and have decided to put it up on the last day of school and making a celebration of it by staying up late decorating the house.
On the way home we also saw a holiday bazaar in an historic building and stopped to look around. I picked up a Bucilla Christmas ornament kit exactly like the one my great-grandmother made for Aunt Banana and me when we were little, with kittens and mice in stockings.
And I took some photos of decorated doors on historic houses in the area, which really capture New England Christmas for me. Makes me doubly glad we'll be doing Christmas by Candlelight at Old Sturbridge Village soon.
But first, we watched . . . Catching Fire. Such cheerful holiday fare.