We got the Christmas trees today.
Yes, I know Thanksgiving has yet to happen.
Yes, I know it is only November 24.
Yes, I know how excruciatingly painful it is to wander into a store, take a Starbucks for example, and see shiny red ribbons and festive silver and gold decorations and Christmas coffee cups for god’s sake in the middle of November. I know this is enough to cause one to lose their cool. In fact, I held out for as long as I could. I absolutely refused to drink a Peppermint Mocha until AFTER Thanksgiving.
And then I caved.
I lemminged (bear with me on that one) my way to Peppermint Mocha heaven. I am not proud of that fact. I do not like that I would waddle off a cliff just because all of the others are doing it as well. I do have some sense of self mind you. But I just couldn’t help myself. Truly. I simply could not resist any longer.
Wow. I’d be terrible if I was ever interrogated about anything. I’d last all of 8.2 seconds most likely. And then I’d be crying “I’ll tell you everything you want to know…just don’t take away my coffee.” Such a pathetic wimp.
But, as usual, I digress.
So given that I lemminged my way to a Peppermint Mocha, I figured it was only a matter of time before the umpteen Christmas bins came out of storage and the movies started playing (heck, who am I kidding…we watch White Christmas year round in this house!! We love us our Bing and Danny and the girls!). As I was saying, it was only a matter of time.
The biggest challenge though was going to be convincing the lumberjack we needed to procure the greenery a wee bit early this year. Now, knowing the uphill battle I was sure to encounter, I ever so carefully laid out the strategy, the pros and cons, the logic behind my ideas. I must be a VERY good talker, because today was the day!! November 24th mind you, with Thanksgiving feasts yet to be devoured, and we set out in the snow.
Mission accomplished as you can see!!!!!!!
Setting off into the wild, white yonder.
The lumberjack and his dogs.
Little girl, big tree. (No, the lumberjack did not cut this one down. And no, I did not ask him to.)
Little saw, sort of big tree.
Little saw, little tree.
All done. And such a pretty crew, eh?
(Now my work begins. I’ll let you see the finished product, just as soon as I wave my magic wand and say bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Every mommy should have a magic wand. Mine happens to work best between the hours of 12 a.m. and 3 a.m. fueled by, yes you guessed it, a triple shot, 1/2 caffe, dark chocolate mocha with whip.)
Blessings to you all!
