OR, in my case, chaos.
I know. Stop the presses! Newsflash!
I bullied N into going to my mom's with me tonight to get Christmas decorations. I brought home a huge tub of stuff, a huge box of wrapping paper, a Christmas tree stand, and a box of lights. Oh, and puzzles...I probably need to share some of them with my mom. There are oh so many puzzles.
I'm not old, and I don't have any cats, but I sure do love a puzzle. Don't judge me.
As I was going through my boxes of holiday cheer, I noticed that B does not have a stocking, which is weird, because I'm pretty sure he had one last year. I also can't find a box of my ornaments which means another trip to my mom's garage is in order. Maybe looking in the daylight will help...
I put a garland on my mantle and hung two stockings by the chimney with care. I intend to add a third one either tomorrow or the next day, so when B comes home, he will be even more excited than normal.
I can't wait to decorate the Christmas tree with my boys. Tonight, after I bullied N into going to my mom's to get decorations, came home & unpacked them and realized there was stuff missing, I also bullied him into going to Garden Ridge. He's so lucky to have me as his mom. Just ask him...he'll tell you the truth. So, N and I went to Garden Ridge and got a star for our tree. For as long as I can remember (and probably before I was born), our Christmas tree has always been topped with a finial. To me, it looks like the star shining above the stable in Bethlehem where Jesus was born...or at least it looks similar in the books I had (and still have) when I was a little girl. It just says "Christmas" to me.
There were a few years where I was outvoted and we had an angel on top of our tree that was wrapped in white lights and mostly boring ornaments, but after I became a single parent, I went back to my star. The boys argue over who gets to put it on top of the tree every year, just like my sister and I used to when we were younger. N picked it out, and said excitedly, "There, Mom! Now we're starting our own traditions." It made my heart happy.
Another tradition in our family: Each year, my mom gives each of us a new ornament for our Christmas tree, with the year and our names on the back of each one. It's so fun to see the collection grow!
N announced that we should have colored lights on our tree this year instead of white lights. I tend to agree. To me, nothing says "This is a house where kids live" like colored lights and all of the homemade ornaments. It's not for everyone, but it's definitely for me! There's something about twinkling multi-colored lights that are magical...don't you think?
Don't get me wrong, the white lights are a classic statement, and I like them a whole lot too, but while my boys are still into the whole Christmas thing, I'm going to go with what they like the most. You only have so many years like that, you know?
B's teacher emailed me today, to see if I wanted to go on a field trip with them in a couple of weeks. Where are we going? Oh, we're just going to see the Dallas Children's Theater's version of "Junie B. Jones in Jingle Bells, Batman Smells." Doesn't that sound like so much fun? I'm super excited to be able to share that experience with my B and his 1st grade class. Those kids crack me up each time I see them!
I JUST got B to stop singing "Deck the Halls" on a regular basis...and now it's time to start up again. I stuck my cd of Trans Siberian Orchestra into my cd player in my car tonight and N and I rocked out the whole time we were in the car. Next up will be Perry Como.
Man, that man knows his Christmas carols! My sister and I grew up listening to that record dubbed onto a cassette tape...and we still sing it with the skips and repeats and sudden stops as the record had to be flipped. Ahhh, memories!
Aubs
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