There’s a small wreath to welcome visitors at the front door. We no longer use the mail slot, but it suits the house.
Santa gets around the entire world on Christmas Eve, so why not a Santa hat on the talking globe? It fits.
“You don’t have to display everything,” said my dear darling husband. I scowled at him and walked over to hang this favorite snowman next to the oregano.
The candy bowl is looking festive, inside and out.
And last, keeping company with a few holiday music CDs, a snowman that Amigo made in school.
Welcome to my abode, folks, simple thought it may be. Merry Christmas to you and yours.