It happened, People!

I have been moved by The Holiday Spirit. I was getting worried there for a while. I really thought I’d reach the, oh F it, point and we’d decide, to hell with the tree. Who needs a tree?

Impending Motherhood got the better of me. That and driving around and seeing pretty decorations and lights galore and the glittery/glistening look of Christmas trees in windows.

Yup. It got to me. And most importantly, got me inspired to inspire Brother and The BF to bust out the tree. At one point during tree assembling, The BF asked, aren’t you going to come and help?

My response was, God no why would I do a thing like that?

The BF: Because you were the one who really wanted the tree set up.

My whole, but that has nothing to do with me actually wanting to put the damn thing together! was met with pure silence. See, Brother understands me. He knew I’d have absolutely no part in helping with the tree. I don’t do those sorts of things.

I’m much better at organizing and convincing them to do it while I prepare and vacuum and then clean up their mess. Someone has to be the messer up-er cleaner-er, right? We should all stick to our areas of strength and expertise.

I’m really happy with how well our tree turned out. I mean, not only is the tree hiding a corner that I have no idea what to do with, thus temporarily saving me, it is also serving as a gaping hole cover-er. Win-win right there.

Now you might be wondering right about now, but where are the ornaments? About those … well, I think I might say, f it, on that front. I’m a simplistic girl at heart. I’ve never bothered to buy ornaments, because prior to the great Mid-Western state of Ohio, I was in L.A. Where I did have ornaments and fancy stuff that got left behind. Hey, it’s just stuff.

Besides, what do I need ornaments for when there’s TC? He has enough of those for five trees easily. This year I’m opting out for a couple reasons. Mainly the cats, those little orange fluffs are into every GD thing in this house. I really do mean everything.

I can just see it now. We wake up to every ornament having been slayed. It’d be a rather sad end to their long lives. And as I said, I’m simple. I love it as is. Okay, so I’m going to cave and put an Angel on top … the one from my childhood that TC has stashed away somewhere. The angel will round it out.

The cats are also the reason we don’t have a real Christmas tree. There’s nothing like that smell of fir and having a live tree, but forget it with our orange duo. There’s also a strong sentimental reason: this was Gpa’s tree. Enough said on that front.

So there’s hope for me afterall. Christmas spirit here I am!