so it happened like this: i turned to robert on thanksgiving & said, i think we might be white christmas tree people. to which he said, we are? that sounds good. and it was decided. he is a wise man, that one, knowing the relationship between a woman & her christmas tree borders on sacred. it's a delicate relationship that one. what god has brought together let no man tear asunder & all that.
it's an ongoing joke here that the dogs really run the roost, but through the month of december (and who am i kidding -- much of november if i have my way) the tree rules the roost. i am helpless before that strange, wondrous, glowy thing. i submit to its will. don't do those dishes. just stare at me. and so i do.
and now, one million photos in no linear or otherwise logical order:
but first, what we have here…is called a bumble. bumble is the abominable snow monster (from the stop motion animation rudolph the red-nosed reindeer). robbie is a real gem when it comes to these kind of things. when we unpacked the ornaments he clapped and squealed, "my bumbles! my bumbles!" and that was it. my heart stopped. game over.
now back to our regular scheduled christmas tree programming...
& there you have it. our christmas tree.
in other news, my freezing, sniffling body compels me to inform you that it's currently 5 degrees in denver, and there's a snowstorm blowing right outside the window -- and also that my inner hyperbolist would call this a blizzard. today's low is -6. and today's high is 12. i don't know which side of that equation is more terrifying.