Dec 4, 2012

The Perfect Christmas - TALU!

I went back in my archives and found THIS little gem... you should click the link to the original post!  I am re-posting it here, but it's better in person (the intro and update are fabulous)... stuff about me singing Oh Holy Night to an audience at the Homeless shelter... without practicing. :) 

Linking up with TALU Tuesdays - where you take out an old post, dust it off and share it again!

Originally posted December 21, 2009...

So, today I will be telling you something I know nothing about: this is how you create the perfect Christmas...

Put the lights up outside your house.
The best way to do this must include some nagging, much untangling, a small amount of cursing and of course falling off a ladder.  My husband usually does this, after I ask him if he is going to... more than I should.  He has a brilliant system (because he's brilliant).  It makes it happen quickly and he rarely falls off the ladder or roof.
Get the tree. 
I always get this image of the most idyllic setting.  Happy smiling children, happy smiling parents, weather that is cold, but not unpleasant.  We all load up into the family car, go to the Christmas tree farm, walk through the trees with hot cocoa and hot apple cider in your hands, steam rising from the cups. Finding the perfect tree, cut it down and load it up on the roof of your car.  Meanwhile listening to Christmas music and singing along. Get the tree home, hang up the lights, hang up the ornaments, happy, shiny people holding hands.

Never in my life has anything like this happened. First of all, we don't really live in a place where Christmas trees grow.  I hear people around here say they cut their own tree, but I am fairly certain they lie.  Additionally, we usually get the tree when my husband has time, as he usually spends 4 hours of daylight putting up the Christmas lights on the weekend, so he doesn't have much in the way of weekends.  Christmas tree shopping the last few years has happened after dinner.  In the dark. At a Christmas tree lot.  Where there was an interesting mix of people, including an 8 year old who was smoking, I am fairly certain (though I no longer wonder where the "Carneys" (carnival people) go during the winter).

The rest of the night consists of hunting through the lot for a "normal" tree (read: not a freak tree).  Interspersed through this hunt is my husband and I intermittently shouting at our children who feel the need to run around like crazy monkey children, bothering people around them and occasionally "clothes lining" themselves on the wire used to keep the trees up.  Finally we find a tree, buy it and then my husband begins the arduous task of tying it to the roof of our CR-V, while the kids and I sit inside the car listening to Christmas music, but mostly they scream.

When we get the tree home, I put the lights on... after we wrestle our tree, which has apparently gone into shock based on the absurd amount of needles on the ground, into the stand, water it, and vacuum up the needles. By this point the kids have been in bed for an hour and we have a lovely tree with no ornaments, but lights.

Decorate the tree and the rest of the house.
This usually involves me yelling "don't touch that", "look, you broke it", "put it down, PUT IT DOWN" at my poor children, who JUST want to help.  The exhaustion sets in as I randomly start throwing Christmas decorations where ever they seem to fit.  At this point I realize that I am LITERALLY re-decorating my home for Christmas, and put all of my normal picture frames and such away until January.

Don't forget the gifts!
I spend time thinking and planning all of the handmade gifts I will make this year, and then go out and buy gifts for my friends and family. This last week I made 24 dozen cookies and candies and divided them among the throngs of people we give such things to.  I am not kidding.  24 dozen.  It is almost funny.  But not funny ha ha.

Finally spend 4 hours wrapping gifts in expensive wrapping paper that exists to be torn and thrown away.  I can almost understand why my grandma saved wrapping paper.  Almost.

Finally, add in all of the extra events, Christmas parties and special visits.
Just go, and enjoy all of the extra food, happy chaos and entertaining you can.  It makes the holidays a little more stressful special.

Here are my daughter (hmmm, with all the boys) and son at their class parties. 

There! You have the perfect Christmas!  I am sure you can make it however you want!

1 comment:

  1. Oh this is so true around my house too. Commercials make me feel so inferior because I don't have that "shiny" smiling family around the tree either. Christmas is so stressful and it shouldn't be like that. This was a really fun post to read. Thanks for the chuckle.


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