It's an amazing thing - how a thought can whisk you back to childhood. In my pjs, carefully carrying my smiley face mug full of hot cocoa to sit on the green plaid carpet (seriously!) while Mom finished making the popcorn... not even minding that I have to sit by my little brother for the duration of the show; knowing that if we missed a single moment of the show, we would have to wait a WHOLE YEAR to see it again.
Or back to being a young mother, trying to set the same kind of scene for my daughters - but not being quite as special with the advent of VHS and being able to watch whenever we wanted.

I hope the hats bring some cheer... and I hope they don't typecast poor Andy as Yukon Cornelius with his red beard (although it IS perfect - come on, for Mom!).

Crazy, huh?
Here are more photos of the rest. I think Sam the Snowman still looks a little scary though... those eyes of coal follow me when I walk by!