Every year it seems the Christmas season is upon us before I’ve even exhaled from the hubbub that is Thanksgiving. You’d think after 41 years it wouldn’t come as much of a surprise. You’d be wrong, but you could think it. The whole Halloween-Thanksgiving-Christmas thing is such a conglomeration of activity. Kind of like this post. Buckle up, buttercup.
So, I’d cleared the table of the bounty that was the last holiday and started hauling in the stash that represents 18 years worth of Christmases for Himself and I and our precious little snowflakes, The Codefendants.
So. Much. Stuff.
We’ve lucked out the last few years, or maybe it’s that Himself and I have cried ‘uncle’ and said “To heck with it; it’s not about the tree anyway” and let His Awesomeness and The Diva have *mostly* free rein to decorate as they see fit. Having a prelit tree doesn’t hurt either. Two thumbs up for the prelit tree creator!
I always thought my husband was anal (trust me, that is the word for it) about the tree lights and branches being just so. He’s got nothing on this kid.
Yes, this is my son shaping branches from under the tree! Who looks under the tree?! I wish he’d give as much attention to his rank as a locker room bedroom.
The Diva, being the expert on fashion (hoodies are appropriate for all occasions) and all things decor, none too gently informed me that aqua and lime green weren’t appropriate choices for Christmas. I’m such a troglodyte. 🙄
The only place I was allowed to touch was the treadle sewing machine in the living room. I swear I don’t know how I leave the house in the morning without being a complete embarrassment to them. Oh, wait, haha, I don’t.
Still, left to my own devices, I didn’t do half bad. I love the little olive wood nativity.
There’s even been a bit of decorating where I work. Who says bodily functions aren’t funny?!
I’m pretty sure Santa wears shorts and a tank top for his flyover. That’s Texas for ya.
And on a final note, WordPress kindly informed me the other day of my three year blogging anniversary. As I hopped over from another site, this puts me at the 5 year blogging mark. Holy crap! Five years of torturing folks with my ramblings on all things kid, mothering and quilting, with a few expletive filled rants thrown in for good measure. My followers are saints. Or masochists. Yep, y’all are awesome!
So, in the spirit of giving, I made a little something to give away in celebration of aforementioned anniversary and in appreciation of you guys.
If you’d like a chance at it, leave a comment and I’ll have a minion, I mean a child, draw a name on December 18th.
So, here endeth my 5th year of blogging and my 495th post. I leave you with this…
There’s enough meanspiritedness and asshattery to go around. I should know: I ride a broom occasionally myself.
While we’re all winding down to make merry and, for some, to await the birth of the Savior, please remember the spirit of the season and be nice to one another…not just for now. Make an effort. For the love of Pete, go spread some joy and good cheer!