Glad to know I’m not the only one who still hasn’t taken down my Christmas tree. I must admit, I still light it up sometimes in the evening. I love Christmas lights. Last year I left the Christmas tree on lights on so long that, actually not last year. Last year my husband didn’t let me put a tree up. He said that if I put it up I would never have time to take it down. Hmmm. Maybe I should’ve listened to him this year too. No! Good thing I didn’t listen to him. He’s the Grinch and he’s trying to steal Christmas. He doesn’t want to receive gifts (because he doesn’t want to give gifts), he hates it when I put on Christmas music and if it were up to him, we would spend Christmas on the couch watching reruns of the 1993 Stanley Cup finals. Yes, I’m a hockey widow. Do I watch the game? I watch the game alright! I stare at the top-right corner of the screen, watching the countdown to the end of his hockey coma.
So the year before I left the Christmas tree on lights on so long that, by the time it was Christmas Eve my lights were all burnt and the tree looked pathetic. Maybe it would’ve still looked pathetic even if all the lights worked… There’s not one real ornament on there. It’s all stuffed toys and unbreakable things. With these kids, there’s no way I’m going to spend my time with “No, don’t touch this” and “No, don’t touch that”. We got this poor old tree at a garage sale for 2 $. It was a summer Saturday afternoon and we had left the children at the grandparents’ house in order to go buy a suit for my husband to wear at my sister in law’s engagement that was only a week away. My in laws were eagerly waiting for us to return to see the new suit .On the way there we came across a garage sale. We came back with a Christmas tree, an inflatable pool and a broken DVD player. We were so excited and they were… not. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Sort of like when Jack came back home after selling the cow for some magic beans.