But my husband got involved, and it ended up as a table full of Snow Village with a few scattered Christmas cookies.
It's my fault for being lazy and asking him to bring in some houses from the cabinet in the garage. He just kept bringing in more and more.
"Look at this one!" he'd say. "And this one!" And the village grew and grew.
"What about the Village Bakery? You could have the cookies spilling out of it."
"No."
"The Market? The Coke factory?"
"No. No city pieces, just houses." (I didn't even know we had a Coke factory.)
"Oh look! Cows! And the barn!"
"No. Just houses." And on and on it went.
And then he started with the little people. The skaters, the sledders, the ice rink, the Santa...
"Sorry, there just isn't room for much."
"But you have to use the dad putting up garland," he said with a sad look in his eyes, as if rejecting the dad was the equivalent of rejecting him.
"Well, of course we need the dad," I replied, and handed him a cookie.
In the end, I promised that next year we would put out every single piece. It's been quite a few years since we last put it out, under the Christmas tree.
It is rather enchanting, especially at night.
I'm actually looking forward to next Christmas.
Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a cherry cheesecake bar with my name on it.
Happy New Year, everyone!

