Not one of those well-intentioned "oh, we're so simple" Christmases that, three trips to Target later, turn into a full-blown holiday fest (not that I'm admitting I've ever done that).  

We are REALLY simple this year.  Low-key. Lazy-- whatever.

Here's our little tree.  Oh, yes I DID put baby in a corner:

Santa will be bringing stocking stuffers and is under strict instructions to limit his bounty to little gifties and trip items.  {Although Santa, if you're reading this, you're welcome to leave something more substantial for me...No?  Okay.}

I did put some wreaths up outside on our windows, though.  Merry Christmas, neighbors!

And threw a fake pine bough on our festive red cabinet.  Okay, there are also some candles and a nativity out (and most of our Christmas books).  That's it, folks!  And you know what?  It's been liberating!  I'm not saying we'll never go back to the luscious, decorated, sensory feast that is the ghost of Christmases past.

But, for now, simple is good.  Reading out loud.  Playing games.  Making things for each other.  Less stress.  Probably experiencing Christmas like everyone who shops ahead and plans does, not the procrastinated frenzy that is my somewhat usual pattern.

Stay tuned...will the kids remember that the TRIP IS THEIR CHRISTMAS?  Will there be tears on Christmas?  This is my fear.  Generally, I don't think kids get simple.