I’m not a decorator by any stretch of the imagination.
Also, I don’t enjoy decorating.
At all.
If there were no monkeys, I would do my best to persuade Real Man that decorating for the holidays is a waste of time. Seriously. I kid you not.
However, monkeys there are, and so one day, each December, we open the Christmas tunes folder on the iPod and start rockin’ out as we assemble the tree and decorate.
Yes, yes. I said assemble the tree. A few years ago, I put the kibosh on the whole real tree debacle.
You need to find just the right tree, and for perfectionists like Real Man and I, no tree was ever good enough and we always felt like we were settling. Also, we could never agree on a tree.
So, few years ago, I said “Let’s just buy a fake tree. Pre-lit.”
We headed to Agway, after Christmas, and got a fake tree, on big-time post Christmas sale. Plus, it was the floor model and the last one in the store. We love a deal. We took it.
Ever since then, I haven’t had to sweep a single pine needed, nor have I had to water the tree. I have a problem keeping things alive.
Plant life, that is.
So far, I’ve got a pretty good track record on growing humans and then keeping them alive.
It’s a really nice tree and it makes the holidays less stressful for me and makes one aspect of holiday decorating more manageable for me.
Anyway, today was decorating day and the kids had a blast.
Now, you may have noticed that every picture of Baby Monkey shows him hanging ornaments on one section of the tree.
That’s his thang.
He doesn’t move around, doesn’t look up, doesn’t look down. Just takes every ornament and hangs them all right next to and on top of each other. It’s…interesting.
We do a little “re-distributing” when he leaves the room.
And in the end…
…it comes out just fine.
I’ll still be looking to put it all away on December 26th, but for now, it’s up and looks very pretty.
The monkeys are thrilled with it, and that’s really all that matters.
Oh, and lest you think my monkeys only care about Christmas for the presents, let me tell you what the Hess trucks were doing while we were decorating.
They were busy protecting the baby Jesus and everyone else at the manger.
