Happy holidays, dear friends!
Aren’t four-day weekends the absolute best? I could definitely get used to this schedule.
Hubby and I had a low-key, nontraditional Thanksgiving this year. With our anti-Valentine’s Day ritual and our celebration of Chrismukkah (more on that later), it was really just a matter of time before our quirkiness touched Thanksgiving. Don’t get me wrong, we’re in no way anti-Thanksgiving – it’s one of my favorite holidays, in fact – but with it just being the two of us, one of whom (me) no longer eats turkey, it didn’t make sense to do the traditional feast. So I pulled a Marlene (it’s true that you eventually turn into your mother) and ordered Chinese for our Thanksgiving meal. ☺
Friday was absolutely blissful. While everyone else was elbowing one other at Black Friday sales, I was curled up on the couch reading. ALL day. Don’t ask me what I was reading, because I won’t admit to it. But let’s just say that if you like Twilight fanfic and haven’t yet read hunterhunting’s Clipped Wings and Inked Armor, go bookmark it. Now. I’ll wait.
Today I actually got off my tush and was so productive that Hubby was ready to check if I had been possessed by a Visitor. As I touched on earlier, Hubby and I celebrate Chrismukkah. It’s exactly what it sounds like: a mix of Christmas and Chanukah. Today was our day to find the perfect “Chrism” tree. After getting one that does not resemble the one in A Charlie Brown Christmas (unlike ours from last year), I put on my Santa hat, cranked up the Christmas tunes, and began flitting around the house, decorating every surface, much like a Who (trim up the tree with Christmas stuff like bingle balls and whofloo fluff… trim every blessed needle on the blessed Christmas tree, Christmas comes tomorrow – trim you, trim me!). Hubby observed (publicly): Pretty sure I’m married to the only Jew that gets _this_ excited about Christmas. It’s true, but it should be noted that I get equally excited about Chanukah. As my dad pointed out, I get excited about almost every holiday (insert his joke about my observing National Orthodontics Day).
Our “Chrism” tree:
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care:
Our “ukkah” display:
Today I also watched Tim Tebow play his last home and regular season game. I may or may not have been sniveling when he came out of the tunnel onto the field. And when he made his last touchdown. And when he walked off the field for the last time. And when he sang the alma matter. Timmy, it has been so fun watching you. Your passion is incomparable. College football won’t be the same without you. Don’t let the NFL take away your sweetness. And please sign with a team that has good colors so that I’m not forced to wear an ugly shirt next year.