This year we done something we've never done before, in the history of the Roof. It seems a bit sacrilege to me.
We bought a pre-cut Christmas tree.
There's not going to be any schlepping through the fields this year, laughing (or crying, as the case may be) all the way, looking for the perfect tree.
When tree day dawned on Sunday morning, I was feeling like a big bag of crap. A big bag of crap who wiped out on Friday night, and just don't fall like I used to. I had a bum knee, a sore shoulder, and a bruised ribcage (I've since been convinced that my ribs may actually be cracked instead of just bruised.) Good times.
So hauling 2 kids and a tree through 2 feet of snow wasn't making me feel all joyous and merry, if you know what I'm saying.
So on his way home from work on Monday, Steve stopped at the corner store, and tossed a pre-cut tree into the car. I wasn't even there, people, I didn't have a say in the tree at ALL this year.
Which is how I know that I must really be hurt, because that's just not like me at all.
Wanna know what else isn't like me? The tree is up, in our living room, but it's still naked as the day it was planted. No lights, no decorations, nada. We've been watering it, trying to keep the small child from eating it, and wafting in it's scent, but that's about it.
The thought of climbing a ladder also isn't making me feel all that merry.
So ho ho ho. Happy holidays, and all that jazz. I'm sad to say that I'm just not feeling it this year people. Which truly does make me sad, because I LOVE Christmas.
Maybe I just need to drink more Baileys, and bake some cookies. Maybe this Christmas slump is nothing that a couple thousand calories can't fix!