Swinging From The Rafters...or is it "RINGING" from the rafters?

 While everyone has been all like...

decked out in their tutus...

dancing to the strains of...

"The Sugar Plum Fairy"...

 and twirling and swaying to...

 "raindrops on roses"

 I've been ever so preoccupied with...

swinging from the rafters...

and rappelling off two story stair railings...

or things that FEEL like I'm doing that...

as I rush from house to house decorating for a plethora of

seasonal Christmas customers.

On a quick pass through of our foyer yesterday,

I couldn't help myself,

I stopped and twirled

and pirouetted

and I wanted to sing liltingly to the top of my lungs...

about "whiskers on kittens"

and "dust bunnies under french provincial chairs"

sort of...

as I climbed on the furniture

to capture in some small way

the essence of these beautiful rainbows

that were scattered across the room

as the sun beamed through the beveled window.

In a few moments they were gone.

 

And SO was I...

little red tutu and all...

well not quite.