Ahhhhh. That's better. What's funny about this tree is that when kids come over they always love it, and adults are all, "Oh. You have a white tree. That's......different." And Mitch smirks because he doesn't love it. Oh, he'll love it soon, though. If he knows what's good for him.
We also got two boxes of garlands that were supposed to go into storage, as well.
See? Fake pine garlands just don't go with palm trees and sunshine. We've been watching all the holiday DVDs we brought, and I got out our stockings, but this is the first time since we got married that we don't have a fireplace. What to do, what to do? Aha! I spied an item we have no use for....
A coat rack. Mirror rack? Coat mirror?
Embassy pancake breakfast with "Santa", can you help me find my Christmas spirit?
Nope, especially since my teenager was home in bed and I had to bribe my 11 year-old with $5 to take this photo with his sisters.
Eggnog latte, can you help me find my Christmas spirit?
Nope. Since it's not even real eggnog, it's a mix I got from Amazon to try and simulate the real (and by real, I mean a carton picked up in the dairy aisle at my local Safeway) thing.
Christmas mix in my ipod, can you help?
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, can you help? And why are you lined up for class pictures?
Nope. How about the school holiday program?
Okay, I admit that I did have a little Christmas spirit after seeing all those kids singing their hearts out in English and portuguese. And seeing all the fifth grade boys stifling their giggles at the phrase, "Don we now our gay apparel!" was pretty amusing. But you can also be sure I was concerned about all those Santa hats and the spread of lice *shudder*.
I'm sure I'll find my Christmas spirit soon. The kids are out of school on Thursday FOR FIVE WEEKS (sorry, I had to type that in all caps to convey my feelings about such a long break), so we'll have lots of time for holiday baking and being together. Every day. FOR FIVE WEEKS. Anyhoodle, think of me, all you people in the frozen north, as you are scraping the ice off your windshields. I'll be down here in Brazil, sitting on my patio with my fake pine garlands, drinking my iced 'eggnog' latte, trying to get my Christmas spirit on as I rub sunblock on my shoulders and wait for the gardener to arrive. What? the shrubs are beginning to block my view of the lake.