Good things come in small packages.  That’s what Maya’s t-shirt says.  She would be right.  So, it has been a long while since I updated the blog last.  Lucky for you all, I am back with another round of wit, sarcasm and charm.

 

Right, Thanksgiving has passed and we have not only eaten our weight in turkey, green bean casserole and mashed potatoes, but we have also procured the most recognizable of Christmas symbols, the ginormous Christmas Tree.  For those of you who have not seen the Angel’s Christmas trees of the past, they are something of an attraction.  

 

This is a banner year in that it is full of firsts.  The first, first, is that we have just passed Maya’s first Thanksgiving.  While unable to partake in the grub, she did enjoy the ritualistic after Thanksgiving dinner nap.  

 

Another first is that this year we decided not to get a Christmas bush.  In years past, Michelle thought it best to buy a tree not shaped like a Christmas tree.  She always felt bad for the untrimmed little buggers.  She used to act like we were going to the pound and picking up the fatest, nastiest, mangiest animal there because no one else would want it.  Tromping through the tree farm (yes a real one, not one in a parking lot as are common in the city) we would search for anything taller than 12ft, a circumference larger than 12ft and a trunk bent like a boomerang.  Having done her job finding the tree Michelle would turn things over to me to ensure that we got it out of the ground.  Being a real tree farm, you can actually cut it down yourself.  Being the scholar that I am, I promptly head to the front office to grab the 16 year old kid who will ultimately cut down my Christmas tree.  Look, I’m up for the experience like many other people, but when you have the opportunity to get someone else to do the hard labor, well, there isn’t a person on the planet who would call me stupid.  As masochistic as it is, this one poor kid always ended up cutting down our tree.  Anything but a physical specimen, he would remember us from year to year because we used to buy such unusual and unusually large trees.  He probably hated us, but was so nice to always cut down the tree.  So, at any rate, this year we got a regular shaped Christmas tree.  As you know we moved into a smaller place, but that didn’t stop Michelle from finding the biggest tree on the lot.  Our tree is so large, it sits in the only place in the house it can fit, right next to the stairs so that the tippy top can go through the open space created by the winding stairs.  Oddly enough, our trees are always perfectly sized for our place.  I mean, the tip just barely touch the ceiling, no trimming needed.  

 

Thanksgiving was great.  Good fun, good people and lots of chaos.  Wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

Happy early holiday season!!!