On a sunny Spring-like Sunday in March...
|For once, an ultimatum worked. I told T: "If the tree doesn't come|
down today, I'm going to leave it up all year and decorate for every
holiday until Christmas... Again." Last year, we enjoyed a tree for
Valentine's, St. Paddy's and Easter. We got to Cinco de Mayo before
it finally went into the garage!
Mr. T, while stuffing a large section of Christmas tree into the jolly red coffin-sized bag in the garage: "When you wear this tree out, we're getting a smaller one."
Me: [Eye roll.]
T: "Seriously. It's too big!"
Me: [Eye roll.] "A smaller tree in that giant room? You are not dictating Christmas, Humbug."
T: [Indiscernible muttering as I walked away to fetch another piece of tree.]
T, holding out his hand: "Your tree bit me! It drew blood!"
Me: [Snerk.] "Well, it probably heard you muttering hateful things, what did you expect?"
T: "So you're basically saying 'Suck it up, cupcake'?"
As I stepped away to grab the last tree remnant...
T: "Heartless, heartless Christmas witch!"
Me: [CACKLE CACKLE CACKLE!]
All this is to say we've achieved a record in the Redden household: All Christmas crap is put away and it's not even Summer. Miracles, they do happen, people.
The heartless, heartless Christmas witch
The Easter egg tree
The erstwhile Christmas tree all decked out for Valentine's
Humbugs and elves can coexist, I swear
Help, I'm married to a humbug
It wouldn't be Christmas without a Banana Bunker
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