During the week before Christmas, we're homebodies. We're a family of six introverts. This means we like being in the same house, and having each other available for interaction, but we actually prefer outr own little, individual spaces. The tree is decorated; the presents are tucked beneath.
And there's a whole lot of this going on:
Peter enjoys the den, his "man cave" during the Christmas break. He opts for headphones to ensure his introverted privacy.
That's all for now. I'm knitting and crocheting and sewing much of the time -- finishing the stocking for my friend today, then sewing Philip an apron (one of his Christmas requests), and finally crocheting him a scarf for Christmas. Today is his birthday, my baby boy. When I was a young woman, God gave me a baby boy one Christmas Eve. We love him so.