I could hold off the girls no longer. I was tired of hearing La Petite Belle’s, “Can we put up the tree? When can we put up the tree? Are we putting up the tree today? Can we put up the tree?” over and over and over again.
The decorations had already made it out of the attic early due to a video-prop search earlier in the week. The boxes only sat for a few days, but the nagging was incessant.
I , being the happy-go-lucky spirit that I am, and because I love Christmas so much, was happy to oblige.
However, when I mentioned it to Beau, he had this expression.
His response, “It’s not even Thanksgiving yet.” Then, he tried to establish some sort of standard or rule about not decorating until after Thanksgiving. I, on the other hand, would rather do absolutely nothing and recover from my tryptophan overdose. Who has energy to lug boxes around and hang lights after a day of (funny, I was going to say consummation, but that obviously doesn’t work here) overindulging.
After much pleading, we convinced him to help, especially since I am quite vertically challenged.
There the tree is in the background . Notice the look of delight.

Granted, the living room looked like this for quite some time.
But, despite the disarray and the grumpiness, I was filled with Christmas spirit as always.

In the end, the tree was put up, the stockings were hung, the nativity set out, and the wreath placed on the door. Christmas pictures were taken. Egg nog was drunk and “The Grinch” was watched.
It was a good day.