O Tannenbaum . . .

Or, more accurately,

O TannenBOMB.

Ha!  Now that was clever.  I thought of that hours ago and just could not wait to post it.

I have nothing better to do.

Plus I feel sickly and my husband is going to be late tonight.  He is earning "World's 

Greatest Husband" award by going to do the big, holiday grocery shop tonight before coming home. 

Holla!

It's annoying when I say, "holla," isn't it?

Back to the tree, nay the TannenBOMB.

I really wanted a nice tree.  I had hopes and dreams of a magical Christmas display.

I am numb, folks.

Numb.

My boys are set on ruining my life.  I am sure this is all their faults.  Do you see how the lights have been pulled off and shoved on again? Do you see that the ornaments have no order?

Do you see how the tree has lost its will to live?

This is because of my boys.  Since we have brought this lovely tree into our home, the boys have:

A) Redecorated it.

B)  Ran their trucks into it.

C)  Jumped off the couch into the tree.

D)  Knocked the tree over whilst I was in the shower.

E)  Put the tree right side up whilst I was in the shower.

What can we learn from this?

Well.  I should never shower.

Today, Little Dude wrote on the walls with a pencil while I was in the shower.

Two days ago, Handsome Dude tried to fix himself breakfast and poured milk all over the floor.  Where was I?  In the shower.

Three months ago, Handsome Dude released a bunny that resulted in its untimely death.  Me?  Showering.

I shall live out my days soiled and smelly.

I am not getting a new tree.  We have made due thus far and there is no turning back.  I am hoping for about 30% greenery on Christmas morn.

So.  Earlier I was in a "Woe is me I am such a bad Christmas Mom" kind of mood.  But, I am happy to announce that I got festive.

I pulled out the crafty-junk and let the kids have at it.

The kids made and decorated their own Christmas trees.

Perhaps it was their subtle way of hinting to me that the actual Christmas tree was no longer cutting it for them.

I was declared Mother of the Holiday Season and all I had to do was outline a few tree shapes.

Which were mediocre at best, but nevertheless, the kids were astounded.

Sweet Pea and her tree, complete with presents and snow at the bottom.

Daisy Mae and her tree.

Handsome Dude and his tree.

Let the records show that I did not trace that one.

Little Dude eating sandwich crusts.

All Little Dude did was eat and ink himself up with some sweet tatts on his fingers.

Yes.  I said tatts.

What of it?

Then we had a picnic with star (see! festive!) sandwiches and a movie.

A Christmas movie, I will have you know.

And Handsome Dude won't stop singing, "If you sit on my lap today, a kiss a toy is the price you'll pay" over and over.

(Name that movie)

And now I have to question whether or not that movie is appropriate for young audiences.

Or any audience.

Things to ponder.

So, there!  We spent the day with much yuletide-ish merriment.

Later Dudes!