Ta da!  Drum roll please.  I did it.  After seeming weeks…well days…well hours in days…the Christmas Village is up and running.  I may be exaggerating just a little, but it feels like weeks. I have no idea why I put myself through this year after year.  It all began with a cute little Dickensian house and a tree or two and it’s morphing into a whole damn town, complete with people doing Dickensian things. Just love the robins on the trees.  So cute. The kids love the horses.  Not too sure what is being delivered here, hope it’s a large barrel of rum; it looks blooming cold and it might warm them up a bit.  I’m compelled to acknowledge that anything below fifty degrees is cold to me, so I’m probably not the best judge. Wait, this is my Dickensian village, where’s the little urchin chimney sweep?  I confess I…