Your Merry Little Christmas
IT’S MY FIRST CHRISTMAS IN THE NEW HOUSE. And like any first, it’s filled with lots of excitement, a little curiosity and some awkward fumbles. The tree doesn’t quite fit right where I had hoped it would go (small houses have a way of foiling your space planning). The new blue couch we bought kind of throws off my classic red-and-green vibe I do every year (I didn’t think of that). And lots of my favorite childhood ornaments broke when the mover (and by that, I mean my husband) stacked the boxes too high in the garage during the kitchen remodel when everything had to get stored outside. But as with my first apartment after getting married and the room we squeezed into at my parents’ home right before we got…
