This is my season... okay it's my SECOND season because I am passionate about all things autumnal but I am reasonably controlled with my obsession when it comes to snowmen, elves and the fat man in red. I walk a fine line between elegantly tasteful and bawdy gauche with my lights, village, shiny balls and sparkly tinsel. I decorate for a couple of days (now I know some who begin in July but your secret is safe with me..for now... but when I want that country ribbon for my mantle wrapping, you better come through or all bets are OFF ....Ho Ho Ho THAT!!) My children, angels from above, do their best to help and stay the hell out of the way. My three amigos? Not so good at it. Let me bestow my cheer upon you with a quick tale:
Saying: "It's not Christmas until Mah gets the glue gun out." I initially took offense to this perceived criticism. But? With heavy sigh and shrugging shoulders, I confess its truth:
The village was unpacked and I was giddy with holiday excitement to reacquaint myself with my Grinch, Snowmen, Elf bakers, planters, Mr Lickenschtick and Sir Thomas Train who encircles the Village. Each year commands a little different set-up because quite simply I can't remember shit and have usually spent too much time praising said Villagers for their outstanding ensembles. "My Mrs. S... you look trim...Hey Grinchy! Your smile is EXCEPTIONALLY yellow this year. What's that SMELL? Oh my G-you've outdone yourself..." and yeah maybe I have staged some incredibly epic battles between the good the bad and the snowballs but I only do it once a year. Life is to be lived and it pays to BELIEVE
This also applies to my Nativity scene. I set it up and say a small prayer of thanks and ask Jesus what He wants for His Birthday. I am humbled and ashamed when He whispers "World Peace" ... I was thinking a free ride on the donkey from the stable or a couple of cool homemade candies... But I move on. All was set. I was tingly and happy with everyone's station and began to shop, wrap and cook. My children, angels from above, have confessed to performing WWE wrestling matches with the Holy Group in the Shed. Apparently, Baby Jesus is the reigning champion and His Mom is SUPER PROUD. She even has (upon their authority) taken on a Wise Man and the Chick with wings who is a Blabbermouth and can talk some Holy Smack.
But "All is calm and all is bright"....
Enter the three Amigos. Apparently, Mulligan punched Winston in the face while he was sleeping on the couch nearest the village and baking elves (whose responsibility is to deliver beautiful cakes to the others ...) This fired up my grumpy Russian and he jumped from the couch to retaliate. The problem was that he misjudged the landing and skidded across my "mirror pond" and took out Sir Thomas, Mrs S and her trio of shrub planting helpers and? Yes, Mr Tallcake. Winston broke both his arms and the delicious looking tall cake he was carrying to the Beard Barber Shop. But that was not enough. He charged after his brother to assert his Christmas authority. Not to be outdone, Birdie who was sleeping in her Royal Cave of Misery and Hate of all that is k-9 came roaring out; complete with bed head and an attitude. She snapped at Mulligan's ass, scared him and he jumped into the Stable sending Baby J rocketing into the village and the wagon of Mrs S and her potting soil. Mary was knocked unconscious while the Wise Men were just that... wise and got the hell outta dodge. But Blabbermouth? ohhhh no~ Hark! that Herald Angel Sang and did a nose dive onto the train tracks causing a complete break in the wings and when Sir Thomas came whirring around the mount to say a prayer and see if all was well... well.... I have included Mulligan's prayer for forgiveness, a village's prayer to survive the Christmas devastation and of course the real symbol of Christmas in our home...the friggin glue gun and the make-shift Holy Hospital.
May your day be merry and bright.
Thanks for giggling with me. I do enjoy our time together.
