Hey Presto

If you've ever seen either Edwardian Farm or Victorian Farm, you're familiar with that expression.  It's the one Ruth uses when she describes something crazy complicated/time consuming and the result.  Kind of like "So, to make bread, you'd grow the wheat for 6 months, harvest and thresh it, grind it by hand and then milk the cow, gather the eggs, put it all together, let it rise and bake and hey presto!  You have bread".

Kind of like that.

It's an awesome expression, and cracks me up.

(I also love "Flippin' A", but that's not appropriate for this post.) 

Anywho...

On Sunday, I put on some Christmas music, because I refuse to listen to the "new classics" the radio station up here puts on.  No, Train did not make a fantastic Christmas album, and no, I don't want to hear it, thank you very much.  As far as I'm concerned, some people shouldn't sing Christmas songs.  They are:

1.  Rappers/Hip Hop "Artists"
2.  Adele (because she doesn't sing, she howwlllssss--and you can be mad at me for that if you want)
3.  Bruce Springstein
4.  Chicago
5.  Anyone "disco"
6.  Anyone with a current album out right now

I'm aware that narrows the field a lot.  I'm a sucker for the classics.  Give me Bing, Rosemary Clooney, some choral something or other.  Mariah Carey?  Not so much.

But I digress.

I put on some Christmas music and took down the Thanksgiving decorations:

note the chickenage

more chickenage

And hey presto!  Put up the Christmas decorations.

And it took me all day long, because I have too many Christmas decorations.

But it looks nice.

And I listened to Bing and Rosemary and some choral stuff and was very very happy.

The end.

Mele Kalikimaka everyone!