It's that time of year again...
This year my family out did itself with four Christmas trees. This either means that they really love the holiday or we falling down the ladder of dysfunction so rapidly that we can't even share anymore. My father has his tree (which has colored lights, every color Christmas ball, tons of tinsel which I am getting tired of pulling from the cat's mouth, and a very ugly Rolling Stones ornament). My mother got greedy this year and got two trees. One has been planted outside and is sporting white lights and red bows. The other has white lights, red balls, and these stupid cardinals. My mother wanted to house to be Classic Christmas (real wreaths, white lights, a candle in every window). My father wanted a Cheesy Christmas complete with plastic snowmen and a 20 foot Grinch. Conclusion? The house was split in two. My father got the family room and the side trees and my mother got the living room and the front of the house.
My dad's parents are arriving on Sunday. This always leads to very interesting stories. As you might recall, last year my mother pushed me out of the "closet" during Christmas dinner. I'm sure this year will be just as memorable.
My dad's parents are arriving on Sunday. This always leads to very interesting stories. As you might recall, last year my mother pushed me out of the "closet" during Christmas dinner. I'm sure this year will be just as memorable.