Picture it – it’s Christmas Eve and everyone is hanging their stockings. Everyone, that is, except my two and a half year old nephew.
He was having none of it. He would hold his stocking, he would walk over to where the stocking holders were and then he would either run away from it or throw his stocking in that general direction. But he also wouldn’t let anyone else do it. “*I* want to do it!!” he would say.
We tried various tactics, like, “Santa won’t be able to find it to put presents in it for you!” His sister even tried bribery, offering him some of her Christmas chocolate if he hung up his stocking.
Finally, he decide he would hang up his stocking, but only in a totally different place:
We were all very satisfied with this.
Then he walked over to his empty stocking hanger, pointed at it and said, “Uh oh!”
Happily, however, Santa was able to find everyone’s stocking and we all got lots of chocolate!
Last year I made a comment lamenting my lack of little Christmas stockings for my frogs. Well, it was my Aunty Gwen to the rescue – she found me these little gems:
Thanks, Aunty Gwen!!
So, yes, I realize it’s not yet December, but since I’m going to visit my family at Christmas, I had to put my tree up early so I’d have time to enjoy it before I left.
And for the first time in my life, I actually have a skirt for my Christmas tree, which I bought on my lunch hour today. I think it really makes the whole situation look more polished!
Also, while unpacking my Christmas ornaments, I discovered this normal distribution curve Christmas tree ornament, that I’d totally forgotten I’d bought for myself last year:
Math is adorable!
Bring on the egg nog!
So, I appear to have survived the week from hell, during which I had to completed a long Econ assignment, an equally long Stats assignment, a three hour-Econ exam and a three-hour Stats exam. After surviving said exams, my brain was pretty much mush last night, so I did what anyone in my situation would do – I declared it to be time to put up the Christmas tree! While drinking egg nog. With rum in it. Because one must drink rum in egg nog when putting up a Christmas tree. That’s a rule.
My tree looks pretty much exactly like it did last year, so I’m not going to post photos of it – you can just look at this blog posting and the one from the previous year. But I do have a couple of additions to the tree to share. When we put up the tree last night, I discovered that Devon doesn’t have any Christmas tree ornaments! I decided that this needed to be rectified posthaste, so I bought him these two:
They are s’mores, where the marshmallows are also snowmen. Adorable, hilarious, and kind of making me hungry.
The other thing of awesomeness is that we have a fireplace with a mantle on which to hang the stockings!
I still need to find froggy-sized stockings for my wee frogs though!