Friday evening, we busted out the newly purchased fake Christmas tree (relinquishing my elitist fake trees are not Christmas trees stance... but thoughts for a different blog post...) and decorated it with all my childhood ornaments, plus a few recent additions.
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Ben doesn't have childhood ornaments... this is the only ornament of many that has his name on it.
Even Bernoulli makes an appearance on two ornaments...
The remainder of the tree is basically the "Elizabeth Tree" |
Saturday morning, I got up before Ben and relocated to the couch to let him catch up on sleep without my constant wiggling. I made a hot cup of tea and brought it to the couch. I turned the lights on the tree and cuddled up under a warm, woven blanket. And then I thought (here comes the scary part...)
"This would be so beautiful and peaceful with a blanket of snow on the ground".
I don't even know who I am anymore. I'm an Arizona girl unhappily transplanted in Illinois and I'm complaining about sunny, mid-40 degree days during December? What is this witchery? And, more importantly, will it be a white Christmas? I do not know anymore, but I do know that the Midwest has ruined me for all future Christmases...
Here's to dreaming of a white (yet sunny and 70 degree...?) Christmas!
Hahahahahaha
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