The dude and I are driving up to New Hampshire right now. Here's a little meme to hold you over.
Candy cane or peppermint patties? Peppermint patties.
Sugar or gingerbread cookies? Sugar cookies can be so hit or miss. Molasses.
Tinsel or beaded strands? Beaded strands. Tinsel is too messy. (Did I just say that?)
Multi-colored or same-colored lights? All white. Only. Ever.
Flashing or still lights? Still.
Wreaths or mistletoe/holly? I mostly decorate with wreaths.
Rudolph or Frosty? Have you watched that 60s-era Rudolph lately? It is so sexist and conformist that I can't bear it any more.
Sledding or snowball fights? Sledding. Though I haven't been in a really long time.
Snow or ice/icicles? Both can be beautiful.
Snow hat or earmuffs? Earmuffs, no hat head.
Getting or giving? Who could give if no one received?
Snow days or plow trucks? Although I work in academia, there are no such things as snow days. (The place has closed once in the past 10 years.)
Stockings or presents? There's a choice?
Cookies & milk or letter to Santa? I can't remember writing letters to Santa--I didn't believe at a very early age. And we never left cookies and milk. I think my mother couldn't be bothered to make cookies, though she has other charms. So, neither.
Christmas Eve or Christmas Day? Christmas Eve. We celebrate Wigilia, so that's when the party starts. Christmas Day was always so stressful because we had to rush through the presents Santa brought to get to my paternal grandparents house before they served dinner promptly at noon. We never opened presents with my cousins from my father's side because they'd be there at the crack of dawn. Christmas Day is really low key now. We open gifts, play games and the dude and I pick up the Chinese in our pajamas. The whole family has a pj-day.
Log Burning Channel or real thing? That log burning thing is only for the New York City denizens. We didn't have that. We had a coal stove.
Cards or e-mails? Handmade cards.
Shoveling or cleaning off the car? Neither. How about neither?