...then it must be a duck. Or in this case, the Christmas season.
We Bartles are a little slow to get with the program, but we have finally arrived. Here are a few of the signs around our house that confirm this statement.
Outdoor house lights.
New homemade stockings--from A to Z.
A decorated tree.
A darling tree skirt.
Converting our countdown chart from a chalkboard to a whiteboard, thanks to my awesome vinyl-letter-making friend, Polly.
Gifts for the neighbors and school teachers.
Wrapping presents from us and the extended family--and hiding them in the attic--so the naughty children in this house don't raid them again.
Seeing Santa at Walmart.
Making plans for doll cradle painting, and bedding to go with it. (So excited.)
Evidence of little hands at work.
What are the signs of the season in your neck of the woods? I'm finally feeling the magic in the air.