We are decorating our Christmas tree this afternoon. As an event, it is the most bizarre blend of idyllic memory making time, and a total crazy mess. (these are the sweet ornaments that the nice ladies at Sunday School helped the boys make. Personalized with pictures and everything! Way to go Sunday School ladies, you are officially on top of your game.)
On the one hand James is sitting beside the tree, strumming a ukelele and singing along with Christmas carols and looking like an adorable hipster cherub.
On the other hand they are eating too many candy canes and I know I will pay for that later. The boys are doing most of the decorating and you cannot imagine a more miss-mashed schmozzle of what I think can be classified objectively as a fairly ugly tree. Basically its short and fat and gaudy. (This is how an unsuprevised three-year-old decoartes a Christmas tree)
But then Kees looks up at it and breathlessly declares it the most beautiful tree anyone has ever seen and how can I do anything but melt?
And we are eating the traditional and healthy Christmas-tree-decorating-meal of Ye Olde Nacho Chips with Cheese and Salsa. And I have already stepped on and broken an ornament (a plastic one thank heavens) and also I believe I have broken my toe (not on the ornament, but on the edge of the washing machine when I was trying to find the ornaments in the basement). Like for real. I broke my toe AGAIN! And it made me scream and swear and cry, which is not what one is going for on a "Let's celebrate the memory of the birth of Christ" sort of day. So you know, that sums up our afternoon here. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
But at least we got the tree decorated.
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