There seems to be some concern (clears throat) about Bode Wm's need for Christmas decorations. I won't name any names (clears throat) (AUNT DAWNIE) but everyone can rest assured that Bode Wm knows that we are celebrating Christmas in Portland. And we are doing Christmas-y things in our spare time (viewing Christmas lights, listening to Christmas music, reading Christmas stories (thank you Aunt Melinda!).
Yes, he's excited, and yes, he probably would feel better if our whole house was a-blaze in lights a la Clark Griswold's house in Christmas Vacation.
But that is not going to happen.
Remember his little "tree" that he brought home from school? We decorated it with scraps (really) around the house. I removed a small strand of star garland from one of Gianna's school art projects and put it on the tree. I drew some stars and Christmas "lights" for Bode to color. Being the selfless and devoted mother I am, I even sacrificed my very latest issue of Bazaar, and cut it up (the tinsel portrait of Karl Lagerfeld's design team, a gold star necklace, a diamond bangle, etc.). (If RWF happens to look at the tree, he might think that I've done lost my mind and am dropping some really expensive hints.) I actually taped the cut-outs to the tree using a roll of packing tape left by the movers. (Crafty! Martha's got nothing on me!)
We have a Charlie Brown tree in place. It stands by its lonely self, mostly ignored by everyone, against the living room wall. It's not perfect, but it will do for now.
Now everybody sing it with me: "Oh, Christmas tree. Oh, Christmas tree...."
xo
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