We finally put up our tree.
I don’t know how it goes in your house, but in the Chocolatechic house, it goes something like this.
First you must survey the room and figure out where in the world are you going to cram a tree into such a small space. Do you see that yet another gold box has appeared in my pile. One sounds like there is a pair of socks in it, and the other one a box of screws.
It is decided that Superman must dismantle his recliner. Superman doesn’t seem to mind…the boy however, isn’t happy. I think that he really likes Superman’s chair, or maybe it is because we are not putting the recliner in his room.
Send them off to go pick out the tree. While they are gone, you can begin to prepare snacks, or you can sit down and check your email, blog stats and play Bejeweled. Not that I would do that sort of thing, I’m just sayin’.
About an hour later, they come home with a tree that might fit in the White House, but is 10 times to big for your house. You tell them this, but they do not listen. While the men are finally realizing
that I was right that the tree is way to big, I begin in earnest to make the snacks.
It is at this point where we deviated from the norm.
A man from church who had just got his very first deer, a 10 point buck, decided to bless us with all 4 legs. He butchered it himself, and gifted us the entire legs.
So, snacks were put on hold while I became elbow deep in venison.
This hunk’o’meat weighed a good 35 pounds. I have never chopped meat like this before. My meat comes nicely packaged on a styrofoam tray and wrapped in shrink wrap. Right around this time, I really began to appreciate my butcher, and began to wonder how Ma Ingalls did it. I just know that her knife had to have been sharper than mine.
Finally, after about an hour and a half I declared myself done, washed my hands, the counter, the walls, and the floor, wiped the sweat from my brow, and went back to making the goodies.
I was ready for them after wrestling raw meat for 90 minutes.
While the chips and I snarfed goodies, Superman checked to see if the lights were all working.
Then the wrapping of the tree begins.
Once the tree has been lit, and the gold beads applied, it is time to decorate.
We do not put a star or a Santa for the tree topper,
we have a frog angel. This is my most cherished ornament. The boy made this for me when he was 5. I can just imagine his chubby 5 year old fingers picking out green for the face of an angel.
What you can not see is that underneath this beautiful angels dress he drew chicken legs in red. Frog angel will always top our tree. Always and forever.
My second favorite ornament, ~~which was my first favorite ornament till Frog angel came along~~ is this wonderful picture of the boy when he was 3. He made me many ornaments when he was little, but these 2 are the ones that I would grab if the house were to catch fire.
We are party animals here, peoples, rabble rousers, the ones that people stand in their house and shake their fists in the air at because we are just. to. loud.
Isn’t it lovely? and large?
What time do you think the last picture of the girl was taken.