Okay, that's what I thought.
I've decided that I can catch up on sleep in January. Weekends at our house are usually low-key and restful and then we're ready to hit it hard again on Monday. I've just about given up on December. And it's better this way. We can sleep in January, never mind that my calendar is already full for 2014's first quarter. In the words of Scarlett O'Hara-Hamilton-Butler "I'll think about it tomorrow".
We decorated this whopper of a conifer last week. Good gravy folks! It's over 15 foot tall. The chief takes his tree-picking-out very seriously and we just about died when this came through the front door. I'm convinced that some town is missing it's tree down at city hall.
Normally, we'd cover the entire tree with boxes and boxes of tinsel, but this year we decided to go for understated elegance. And by "decided", I mean, everyone took a vote when mom wasn't around and hid the tinsel from her. I'm pretty sure that we're getting coal in our stockings and that she may disown us for that one. I love tinsel as much as the next person (probably more) but some years you need to take a break. Give the ornaments at chance to shine and all that.
my favorite little stinker!
We had some bets going around on how long it would take for us to come home from work and find the tree covered in the silver stuff, but mom just squared her shoulders and said that she'd get another tree for the basement and do whatever she wanted with it. Problem solved.
Have I mentioned that we're keeping track of Christmas miracles around here?
Last count was 13.