Sister Pam was worried that I neglected to put any Christmas "touches" in the FBC. (Remember, that's football cave)
She needn't worry - - - Christmas is springing up all over the place down there.
Before I talk about Christmas coming to the cave, let me address the bare concrete walls.
Some of my bloggy friends said they didn't think they'd like the concrete walls - - - too cold. They suggested trying to put something, like curtains maybe, up to cover them.
I prefer to think of them as a blank slate. Anything I put in front of them looks WONDERFUL by comparison! And besides - - - haven't you HEARD - - - the concrete warehouse look is all "it" these days.
I am NOTHING if I am not all "it."
Oh, there I go cracking myself up again!
When I'm down there enjoying my cave, I have the bare bulb overhead lights turned off and my table lamps turned on which gives a warm yellow glow and I can't even see the concrete.
When your walls are concrete anything you DO to decorate is "right" after that! Very freeing.
Now - - - back to Christmas coming to my cave.
As you can see, there are two kings standing guard beside the entertainment center.
Some of Brunhilda and Borris' kin folk have come all the way from the Northwoods and are nightly performing a bear version of the nativity. Their stage is the top of the entertainment center.
The Country Cousins inhabit the blanket chest in the corner. They are a busy crew what with milking their cows, slopping their hogs, grinding their own flour in the mill, and ice skating in the evenings.
Tonight Ma and Pa Cousins brought in the family Christmas tree. The kids will have to scurry out of their skates, tramp inside, and help with the decorating, don't'cha think?
The Village People have moved onto the top of a bench I bought specially to be their real estate!
(Aside - - - I was pretty proud of my thrifty little self!!! This bench is the new mantle, same general shape! It cost a pittance compared to what a fancy smancy electric fireplace with a built in mantle WOULD have cost.)
As you can see, the Village is a bustle with activity. An organ grinder is working the streets, carolers are caroling, folks are shopping, the street sweeper is sweeping, the business man (there's only ONE in a village this size) is hustling home, and the policeman is policing.
It is quite a journey for the Village People to get to church though. There's that whole hill to climb, not to mention the deep chasm that has to be jumped.
But the stout of heart make it. (They are LUTHERANS, Cass!)
And since every last one of the Village People remembered to pay their electric bill in December, their little village is quite the sight by night.
Behind the FBC, across the Great Divide (which you may have mistaken for a furnace) is my very own Jig Saw Puzzle Center.
Oh the delight on a cold winter's night - - - or any other time for that matter!!!