This morning my daughter woke up to the peaceful site of snow falling. When she got downstairs she exclaimed "holy christmas nuts, my feet are freezing!" Now, when I say snow falling, I mean like 3 flakes. It is supposed to snow more tonight and tomorrow, we shall see.
Holy Christmas nuts, your eyes are not deceiving you. We succumbed to the peer pressure of Christmas music and put up the tree today. Who knew Christmas music held such power? My son refused to help me get the tree out of the garage because it is a crime against Thanksgiving. He was not interested in my grateful for Christmas trees rationalizations.
I was eventually able to bribe him with 2 new pez dispensers. Ethan on the other hand wanted 10 bucks. I said "10 bucks?" "Deal" I can't wait for him to try and cash in. Poor kid must not be familiar with that trick or else he doesn't think his mom capable of such a thing.
Holy Christmas nuts, I totally about pinched a good amount of skin off my middle finger trying to put the tree in the stand. In my pain and agony I may have whispered, "I hate Christmas trees." Emma said something like, "well that turned ugly fast." We all about died laughing. After she saw the damage she said, "do you want me to get the Michael Buble Christmas CD to help you feel better?" Aaww ain't she sweet?
So, the fake tree is up complete with scentcicles….you know, so that it will smell like a real tree. I do miss the days of going to a tree farm and hacking down our own tree. It's just too dry here and the last 2 times we bought a real tree in this state it ended up looking like the Charlie Brown Christmas tree where all the needles spontaneously fell off and it was a huge mess…no more! I've got to replace a bunch of bulbs and we aren't going to decorate it until tomorrow when Dad can get up in the attic and get the ornaments down.
Bring on the Christmas…..and the nuts!
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