Until this year, our holiday decor consisted of stockings, a tree, and two strands of lights around our door. I was cool with this. The girls? Well, not so much.
They protested and I tried to get crafty.
I made a wreath (or two).
Plus, my fridge got a makeover.
Which Dilly, then decided to undecorate while J was napping 10 feet away from her. She's lucky I was feeling festive.