Today we had a whopping high of 15 degrees. Fifteen degrees, people. And it was our HIGH. I’m not complaining. I’m just saying. It’s cold. Very, very cold. That’s all.
Since it’s cold outside, what else is there to do but get ready for Christmas? We got a Christmas tree on Saturday, and I’ve been subjecting Chris to Christmas music ever since. Who knew there were so many versions of “I’ll be Home for Christmas”? Chris heard the song “All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth” for the first time this weekend, and immediately wanted to know if it was the official Arkansas Christmas Carol. See what I am up against? He has some Christmas exposure to get. Can we cue the “It’s A Wonderful Life” marathon?
A new experience for me was hunting for a Christmas tree. This is evidently the norm up here, in the frozen north, where all things are hunted, including Christmas trees. Only they don’t move so fast, so you don’t have to be so skilled. Or wear blaze orange. Thank God, because really, who looks good in blaze orange? We found THE ONE and chopped it down only to find a more perfect one as we were dragging it back to our car. Our moral code (Chris) would not let us trade them out, despite all of my whining. We brought it home and despite how puny it looked out there in the snow, amidst its huge brethren, this tiny tree immediately swallowed half of our living room. Gone! But it smells like Christmas and it is pretty in lights, so who cares that my family will have to sleep standing up when they visit for the holidays? Besides, they can sleep when they get back home. The holidays are for bonding! Not sleeping! (o.k. Mom and Dad?)
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