First, let me get this off my chest: today is the first day of winter. First. Day. And we're celebrating with a current temperature of 3 degrees Fahrenheit BELOW zero, and a wind chill at 26 BELOW zero. People, it is cold. And did I mention it's only beginning?
Happy Winter Solstice. Yippity doodley ding dang da.
We put up our Christmas tree today! After running around the nearest largeish town, a half hour's drive away, hoping someone would be discounting their precut trees since it's only a few days before Christmas and no one's gonna buy them after Christmas, donchaknow, and finding the $35 price tags still intact, we came home and cut one of our blue spruces which were planted too close together anyway, but are awefully fat and untamed for Christmas trees.
Whew! Nothing like a run-on sentance to get a blog post off on the right foot.
Nathan braved the bitter cold and got the tree to the proper height (pretty much the top half of the tree) and then brought it in a got creative with the support apparatus, as well as with his choice words about Christmas trees and the putting up thereof.
Jonah, meanwhile, manned the snack wagon.
He was able to break away from his duties, however, to help with stringing lights. (Which we didn't turn on because the tree was dripping wet. And I later discovered that a whole string is... not working).
So we put on some Nat King Cole Christmas music and set to work.
Nathan was telling Jonah what the tree means. He started with the shape being symbolic of the Trinity.
Daddy: "Jonah, do you know why we have a Christmas tree?"
Jonah: "Um... I dunno!"
D: "Well... there's a story for it. First of all, what shape is it?"
J: "Uhhh... a rectangle."
Hm... it is awfully rectangular...
Oh, what a sad, little cheesball of a Christmas tree. We always joke that our Christmas trees look like dumpy old ladies dressed up in drag. And they always do. And we like them just fine.