Deck the Halls

I came home last night to find that Mr. Nag had spent the day festooning (I try to use this verb liberally during the holidays as I don't get to use it much during the rest of the year). When the little nags were younger the halls were fully decked, the house smelled of Christmas cookies and Christmas carols filled the air. In recent years there's been a definite dearth of Xmas atmos chez Nag. If it weren't for Mr. Nag's Yuletide spirit a last-minute spate of frenzied spending would be the only festive celebration we'd observe - well, that and a higher than normal consumption of Irish whiskey. I can't help but love him.