…I recall my Mother’s nativity scene and how I loved to put Santa’s sleigh on the roof of it. (At the time I thought I was doing the baby Jesus a favour).
…I recall the Christmas ball with the skier on it and how I had to be the one to hang that ball. It wasn’t until I got older that I figured out that my mother actually had two of them so my brother and I both actually got the same privilege.
…and I recall this Christmas boot… sort of like a go-go boot, but red and with fur on the top. I think it was to hold candy canes or some such thing. I always wished I had real boots like that… bright, shiney, plastic and red. Very cool in my childhood eyes.
So basically the Christmas memories that are top of mind for me at this very moment centre around the decor of Christmas… the stuff and the traditions I had around those ornaments. Yet there is not currently a single shred of Christmas evident in my home. None. No tree up yet. No ornaments hung. Will this qualify me for another Mean Mommy award?
This sock has got to get it in gear, people!