The impossible may have happened. I may have caught the dreaded Christmas Bug. My husband may have been born with the Christmas Bug and there are a few other unfortunates I know who have fallen victim to this awful spell...
It's the bah hum BUG.
That's right. I'm admitting it: Bah Humbug.
I don't know what is happening, but, people, this year Christmas is kicking my ass. Between work, dealing with a sick household and seemingly a million other "issues" I was barely hanging onto the Christmas spirit. And then...
Our tree died. DIED. Are you kidding me? And, yes, it's really dead. The most dead a tree can be. I can't tell you how devastating I find this. As a believer of real Christmas trees, I cringe thinking of all the households still enjoying the glow of their fake Christmas tree. And I hang my head in shame with jealously. Sigh. Anyway... I spent last night taking down our Christmas ornaments (tear). By the time we took the lights off there were only about four pine needles left on what was once our {glorious} Christmas tree.
So, I'm trying to find humor in cynicism and find the beauty in the season {like the pretty flowers above}. I do, after all, love getting together with both sides of the family and eating wonderful food! I'm hoping my man and I can also snag a movie date to go see Little Fockers for a holiday belly laugh.
And, since it's been 10 days (!) since my last post, I'm guessing you figured out that this holiday season also kicked my little novice blogger butt. I wasn't nearly organized enough! So, for my three dedicated readers...sorry! Maybe next year I'll get my act together. Although at this point, I'm thinking a Christmas vacation sounds pretty dandy for 2011.
I'm officially signing off until after the holidays...although you never know, maybe I'll pop back in and post a lil' somethin', somethin' {no promises}.
Hope you have a bah humbug free holiday...sending my love to you and yours!
xo,
steph
