It is just about Christmas, which means it is time for a festive blogging holiday (I know, its not like I’ve been writing that much anyway).
This is the first year EVER (and likely the last for a long time) that Patrick and I are just the two of us for Christmas (and Jeter). I’m excited. I’m also a little sad because it is weird not being home, but it works out that I have a bit more time off this way somehow.
I’m on call for Christmas Eve. How holly jolly of me.
But, that hasn’t stopped us from concocting and continuing traditions.
We decorated our tree a few weeks ago. Our tree is a hand-me-down from my Grandmother with “built-in” lights. Last year a small chunk of them around the back were burnt out. This year, once we had the tree fully assembled and pretty looking it was a full strip around the lower middle. The whole way around. I freaked out. I mean, it looked ugly and I tried my darndest to find the broken bulb, but eventually gave up in tears. Patrick and I opted to decorate it anyway and maybe look at getting a new tree next year. After the tree was fully assembled with decorations and everything, Jeter promptly settled in under it, then by the next day went back to his previous routine of chewing on the branches, chewing on the wires and knocking off ornaments. One morning 5 were down. About 3 days after we put the tree up, I turned on the lights and lo and behold, they all worked. Then, a few days later a different chunk were out. Then, I saw Jeter chewing on the tree (and the lights)… It hit me… It has been him. There is some sort of short and he intermittently reconnects it by gnawing on it. The lights are presently all on again, but who knows how long.
On a related note, we do try really hard to discourage him from chewing the electrical wires. We know its bad. We even gave him an object lesson with the cat from National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, but he persists in causing all sorts of tree related troubles.
Tonight, we went out and looked at lights. In the rain. Because nothing says Christmas like pouring rain. Patrick downloaded 100 Christmas classics and we listened to some festive music and admired lights, much like I have done since I was a kid.
Tomorrow, despite the call, we are hoping to go to church (yay!) and I am cooking french onion soup for supper because it seemed like a good idea. We always read the Christmas story to each other at bed time, so hopefully I’ll be home for that.
And for Christmas day, our master plan is to sleep in (or read in bed), relax, have pancakes and bacon for brunch and open the presents we have here. I am being adventurous since this is the one year we probably get to be adventurous and making lamb for Christmas dinner (and all the hipsters should be proud because we bought it at a local butcher and it is local baby sheep). Besides that, we will pack and watch movies and play board games and read books and all that good stuff.
It isn’t our usual multi-family epic tour full of turkey, but we are excited for celebrating a bit differently. Patrick calls it the blip year (or something like that) because it is more of an anomaly because there wasn’t a year quite like it before and there probably won’t be again.
So, Merry Christmas from the M household. Hope you have fun with your traditions or anti-traditions.