"We're kicking off our fun old fashion family Christmas by heading out into the country in the old front-wheel drive sleigh to embrace the frosty majesty of the winter landscape and select that most important of Christmas symbols." - Clark Griswold, Christmas Vacation.
We normally put our tree up the day after Thanksgiving, but this year, due to extremely mild temps, we decided to get our outside decorating done first.
This afternoon, we will make the venture out to a cute little tree stand, a mile and a half away, to choose our tree. We'll cram it indoors, plop it in the stand and hopefully secure enough that it doesn't fall over, as it has every year.
A couple of years ago, I wrote this poem, with a little help from my son. I'm quite proud of it as I am no poet, and I thought I'd share it again!
Twas the Week Before Christmas... (2013)
Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house
My sons and I decorated, with no help from my spouse.
The stockings were hung on the rail by the stairs
The blankets and pillows decorated the chairs.
Unfortunately we tied the tree to the wall,
Because after a few days of tipping we feared it might fall.
Part of the village was set up under the tree,
And some even sat on the table near the TV.
The nutcrackers guarded the TV remotes.
To see the outside, we had to put on our coats.
Santa and Mrs. Claus looked out below.
At Rudolph's nose glowing right there in the snow.
A family of reindeer stood in the side yard.
Where at Halloween, there was a graveyard.
A moose and a wagon out front with a light.
The beautiful decorations lit up the night.
A snowman will welcome Santa, that jolly old elf.
When he comes here on Christmas all by himself.
But no, he won't be alone this year.
He'll have his sled and all the reindeer.
And after he leaves, and rides out of sight,
He'll say,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!
(this was composed with a little help from my 11 year old son)
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