Roast the Turkey and Unpack the Lights

Ahhh. It's almost Thanksgiving. Y'all know what that means around our house, right?

Yes. Turkey and stuffing and cranberries and pies pies pies pies....Mmmmmmmm......

More importantly, though, Thanksgiving heralds the beginning of the annual Christmas light extravaganza. John and Son have already been hard at work; they're taking advantage of this lovely clear crisp weather by setting up everything that they can get their hands on.

For the last few years, these two have told me the same thing:

"OK. That's everything -- we won't make this show any bigger than it already is!" said with completely straight faces and sincere We-Really-Mean-It-This-Time expressions.

Silly me. I actually believed them. Then stuff like this began to appear in big boxes lugged over to my front porch by the UPS man:

And strange new graphics appeared on Son's computer:

That's the 'Twelve Days of Christmas'. Can't you tell? Me either.

Pinky can't wait for the switch to be thrown and to resume his star billing in the light festivities.

He says he needs a new Santa hat this year. I think we can swing that, big guy. And we'll be sure to unpack the Pinkettes too:

'Tis the season! Love it.