Saturday, January 22, 2011

You know how I hate to rush things...

So, I find myself here - the middle of January gone - staring down what is left of the Christmas decorations. It isn't pretty.

The tree seems to have begun to undecorate itself, tired I guess of being the last holiday tree standing in the neighborhood. (Well, probably not the LAST one... but it's getting down there.) There are now so many toys at it's base I can no longer tell the Christmas toys from the ones that lived here before December 25th. The nativity set is scattered, most of the pieces have spent the new year partying with the Kelly dolls - only the camel left in the crèche to try to help me figure out what is what, my only companion as I try to locate Joseph again this year (Joseph annually goes missing right after Christmas, one year he never did make an appearance... but we found him in with the stockings the next year and figured out he'd just needed an extended holiday). Today however Joseph was located early, and the shepherds fell into line - and even Mary was there waiting to be packed away. My elusive nemesis this year? The Christ child. I managed to pull myself together before frustration set in and the obscenities started. Screaming, "WTF have you done with the baby Jesus?" throughout the house hardly seemed like the proper way to close out the holiday season, and with patience did finally manage to locate him dressed up in a zhu zhu pet princess costume over with the rest of the holiday hamsters. No harm done.

So as I pack up the last reminders of the happy holiday season there is a pervasive thought running through mind... How much longer till the pool opens?

5 comments:

Martha said...

Fer the luv of Jesus, where did you put the Baby? that's a good one...

Pool time will be here before we know it! Or so I'm telling myself...

Rae Ann said...

I inherited my family's nativity this year. I put it up and chucked. Mary and a wise man were lost in a move years ago. The family joke was that they had run off together. Blasphemous? Yep. But makes me laugh every time!

Dodi said...

I appreciate a good family Christmas joke over tradition any day! Mary and the Wise Man fit the bill for me. My story involves a scented Christmas Beaver that goes on display every year. It's a good one to talk about over a little wine with friends.

(Besides, this world is too PC these days! What makes Christmas more fun than a little harmless blasphemy?)

tz said...

Balthazar had an unfortunate accident at our house this year and was decapitated...

Rumour Miller said...

My mouth is still hanging open at the thought that it was January 22 and you still had Christmas decorations up.

hee hee