We’re very busy with the hustle and bustle of Christmas duties around here. There’s the daily watering of our tree, constant sweeping of our tree sheddings, and the friendly battle to save the last of our ornaments from the twins. The poor tree. It resembles a nearly bald man refusing to admit the inevitable until confronted with the truth. There’s only one strand of hair left, kind sir.
Trying to fill the obvious gaps, I bought 6 boxes of candy canes to redecorate the tree with. Michael and the older kids are placing bets on how “naked” it will be by Christmas morning. Thus far, the twins have swiped not a single candy cane. The family consensus is they’re “casing” the tree and planning a “grab and go.”