What? Like you haven't noticed it yet? I've been humming Christmas tunes already, dreaming in egg nog and pine scented happiness. So why not just roll with it? Screw Halloween. And like Lewis Black says, Thanksgiving is just Christmas Halftime.
So speaketh the Journal Jar.
Describe getting a Christmas tree as a child, when did you put it up and decorate it?
I think I've already blogged about our jaunts to the hills to visit the Christmas tree farms. We even passed the tradition on to our nephews, driving them up there several different Christmas seasons to select a tree and bring it home for decorating. See Christmas in February for some o' dat. For now, though, how about a picture? To the left, to the left...
We've borrowed my dad's truck and driven up into the Santa Cruz mountains with the boys, playing the Beatles and singing as we snaked through the hills on the winding roads. The weather hasn't always been very kind to us, but we got out there and got a tree, nothing stopped us. One year it was windy and raining and we took a wrong turn and ended up in the back access road, kind of four-wheeling our way until we could find our way back to the tree lot. We made it back, and little Michael exclaimed "That was COOL!" And you know what, it really was.
Once we'd get home I'd set to work cutting the bottom of the tree to prep it for the stand, and Suzy would get the boys started unpacking the tree decorations and such. Christmas music would be played on the stereo, and once I got the lights on it was a decorating free-for-all. Pretty much ended up with all the decorations hanging on the front of the tree, but that was fine. It was perfect that way.
Psycho Donuts, mac-and-cheese, and of course, grapes. Suzy can elaborate on the food angle better than I can. Maybe she will. All I know is, we don't go hungry.
And we do hot chocolate. I think we've even made coffee for them (decaf), with lots of cream and sugar, of course.
Anyway, I now have an even greater appreciation for my parents taking us out like they did. As a kid it was great fun to hike around in the hills, looking at all the trees, breathing the brisk air. As an adult-- it's a lot of work! But so worth it. The kids love it, and hopefully they'll have fond memories of it when they are adults, just like I do. And maybe they'll even want to take me up into the hills and run me around in my old age.
Maybe. Better get in shape just in case.