I'm so fond of our tall scraggly trees. My mom calls them our "Charlie Brown Trees." Yes indeed and proud of them! They make me happy.
In other holiday news, we once again attended our annual first-Monday-in-December outing to The Mayfield's home for an evening of dinner, playing and of course building gingerbread houses. I keep thinking, each year, that maybe THIS will be the year that I get to make my very own very perfect little house and it will be all symmetrical and quaint and I'll magically have the perfect place in my house to display my creation. It only took me one or two years to figure out that this would have to begin with me buying a separate house for myself than the children. And once you start down that path...there's no going back. But you know, it just takes more than that. You have to buy a little extra candy, which I didn't have time to do. You have to also not have a young girl who insists on sitting on your lap and getting all handsy with your stuff. Maybe next year Bundle will let me do my house in peace, but I seriously doubt it. And also you have to not scurry through the assembly due to the fact that your kids all need help at the same time though you want them to just be quiet and leave you alone to obsess over your color coordination in peace. So...I wasn't able to fulfill my OCD dreams of gingerbread perfection, but you know, gingerbread houses don't need much to turn out. I mean, stick some red and green candy on white frosting and you've got yourself a cute little house. Pus I made a great discovery this year - Bed Bath and Beyond is selling a little kit that contains five tiny little houses instead of one big one. It was really fun for each kid to get their own house, including wee Bundle who really did seem to thoroughly enjoy putting candy and frosting all over the thing. And when I say all over, I mean ALL OVER. Luckily her daddy stepped in to help her out a bit while I was assembling houses and the like.
So it was that I resolved my feelings towards my less-than-spectacular house. That is, until I took one look at The Misty's little house...shoot. I suddenly had renewed compulsions and may just get myself one more house to do all by myself in the middle of the night so that I can stick it on top of the fridge with the other houses to collect dust until we smash them the day after Christmas.
(The Misty's House pictured below. Like you couldn't have guessed yourself.)
I think I need therapy. But I hope we never discontinue our tradition. Party because I love The Mayfields and partly because some day, oh yes, I will create my dream gingerbread house.