Should be fun — broke into my mum’s vast amounts of cloth supplies (took all her “scrap”) and did some sewing for you (which is why class size is limited. Ewwww….sewing does not like me. Did get to drive Mimi’s Lamborghini of a sewing machine which was pretty fun. Love that people signed up before I had the thing built. Wow, you guys are GREAT! Think there are two spots left in this class, so please call and join us.
So this meant that I did not start putting the lights on the tree until 11. This would not seem like a big deal to normal people, but most of you have never seen a tree quite like my mum’s. Think “looking into the sun.” I think there are like 50 strands of the little mini lights. Maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but there are seriously 20. And I’m tall. And she’s not. So I get to do them so she doesn’t have to keep moving her stool. You’d think I’d get relief on the bottom half. I used to, but last night I had her searching down new fuses/bulbs/light strands because we had a couple strands that were out. Anyway, spent much of today immersed in Christmas decorations. I seriously LOVE her house at Christmas, but just do not have the patience to put so much out for my own. Besides, her house will always be Christmas to me. Fortunately the boy and Sweet Peter are both okay with that being the Christmas house. Ours is Christmassy and homey in its own way. No reminiscent of the North Pole, but not everyone is Mrs. Claus. The big deal at our house is adding the angel to the top of the tree. Which reminds me of one of my favorite stories
The Story of how the angel got to be on top of the Christmas tree:
Santa is having a HORRIBLE day. He wakes up later than he would have liked in the morning and stubs his toe getting out of bed. He figures a nice hot shower will turn his day right, only to find that there is no hot water. He goes to the kitchen to find that Mrs. Claus has burned his breakfast cookies and scalded his hot cocoa. He’s still determined to make it a good day when the head elf rings his doorbell and reports that Blitzen kicked over all the oats last night and the snowplow went by afterwards and plowed them into the gutter so there’s nothing for the reindeer to eat until Santa goes to the store. Furthermore, Vixen, Donner, and Rudolph all have colds and will need attending to. Also, there’s been a malfunction in his workshop and three robots the elves built for some special Children rampaged around last night and broke all the wooden toys. Santa is in disbelief. He’s hosting a party tonight for all his staff and his workshop’s a mess. Furthermore, how will he ever be at the party with THREE of his reindeer sick? Santa is just sitting down trying to think what he will do to straighten this mess out when the doorbell rings. A tiny little angel is standing at the door with a HUGE tree and says, rather timidly, “Santa, I know you wanted me to find the trees to put around the North Pole for the festivities tonight, and I have, so now I’d just like to know where you would like me to stick this?”
Uh, horrible, but it makes me snicker. So that said…
Must get my rump in gear now — it’s a TEAR IT UP! kind of night. Gotta Going to finish some graphics for The Paper Tree, put together a birth announcement for a photo client, finish two projects for the Guild Holiday Fair (want to drop them off tomorrow while I’m working 10-4pm– please come visit!), get some lunchbox notes done for the week since it’s a nutty, live-out-of-my-jeep, kind of week, and maybe get an hour or two of sleep. Nah! On your mark, get set, GO!
