We have a ton of Christmas stuff. It’s all in neatly labeled plastic containers. We store it all next door in my father’s basement. That’s where we store a lot of our stuff. Pretty soon we’ll have to find another place to store everything though. The town is trying to foreclose on his house because of back taxes but that’s a story for another day.
So we dragged everything into our three-season porch and pulled out the things we needed for the tree. The tree is a pain to set up so Wife and the ten year-old sorted through the color coded branches and shoved them into the worn out holes while I hid.
(I’m watching The Christmas Shoes right now. If you haven’t seen it, make sure you feel like crying. OK… I’ve got to take a break over here for a minute… OMG I hate when the mom is saying goodbye to her son.)
So the tree is up and smelling a little musty. I thought we had a can of stuff that smells like pine trees but can’t find it. Musty spray pine smells a little better than just plain musty plastic pine.
(Oh jeez, now the old lady is dead in her chair… I hate this movie!)
My job was to put the lights on the tree but luckily the others helped because after about two minutes I want to poke the little lights through my eyelids.
That was yesterday afternoon. We still haven’t put the decorations on the smelly tree yet. Maybe we’ll do that Monday night.
(Oh God… the dying lady is dancing one last time with her husband and the kid is out trying to buy her a pretty pair of dancing shoes… the husband is holding his dying wife and dancing slowly around the room and crying…)
I’m a sap. I cry during movies when I’m supposed to cry and I really don’t care if that makes me a wuss.
So we still have a lot of decorating to do. (This is the wicked sad part now of the movie. Rob Lowe is going to give the kid enough to buy the shoes… the freaking guy at the checkout is such a jerk!)
Wife likes to clutter the house with too many stupid decorations and it drives me nuts. (Oh man… now they’re playing the song and the kid is running home with the shoes. HE MADE IT HOME IN TIME!!! OMG he said he bought her the shoes to wear in Heaven. And he puts them on her feet.)
Actually we were going to put the ornaments on the tree tonight but the ten year-old played Rock Band with his three older brothers (at the house that the town will own soon if it doesn’t get sold… but that’s a story for another day) after the Giants walloped the Redskins.
(Here’s the end of the movie. Mom is dying. The people are outside the window singing songs and the kid has his head on Mom’s chest. There’s another whole story in there with Rob Lowe and his wife too… but you’ll have to watch it yourself. So then the light inside the house goes out and you know the mommy has died. OK and the end is really sappy but if you don’t tear up just a little or at least get a chill in your spine, just go away!)
Tomorrow I’ll help put all of the Christmas clutter around the house because we have a house to put them in and because we are all healthy… and because of this movie.