I love holidays. I really do. I like celebrating even the smallest ones–Valentine’s Day, the beginning of school, etc.
I am not a huge fan of Christmas, however. It just feels forced. The overlapping schedule, running my kids from one end of creation to the other. And the expense. Good gracious! All for things that I usually feel only moderately certain the receiver even likes.
So, I’m a little bah humbug about the whole thing and my husband? He could not care less if tried. He’s not interested in presents, or gift-giving, or decorations, or anything, basically. I’ve had years where I’ve put up MULTIPLE TREES and his sole contribution is getting them out of the attic. We never have outdoor lights because I have a fear of heights and like I said: he doesn’t care.
I figured this year, I’d just skip the tree. The last couple of years I’ve put them up and taken them down, and I’m pretty sure I’m the only one that’s noticed.
But the other day I took the kids to see Santa Claus and this happened:
I have like a zillion pictures like this one because Louie would not takes his eyes off the Christmas tree next to Santa.
And then this:
Yep, that’s Charlie also unable to stop looking at the Christmas tree.
You can guess what we’re doing tomorrow, right?