up on the rooftop...

We heard the sound of footsteps, but it wasn't Old Saint Nick. It was me.

Yep, up on the roof. Winds gusting up to 50 mph. Blowing snow. Freezing temperatures, with a wind chill below 20 degrees. I know, I'm pretty much a hero.

But the lights must go up. I mean, how in the world can we celebrate the birth of the Christ-child without lights on the eaves of our house? :)

No, seriously, I am getting into the holly-jolly spirit. We got our tree (hello, Mr. Concolor Fir. You smell like oranges!) Saturday. I put the lights on it this afternoon, and we're all gathering (now) to hang our decorations while the Jacobs Brothers sing Christmas songs in the background. (On a cd, not live. Although Kim is related to the Jacobs, and we got engaged at their All-Night Gospel Sing in 1989...)