♫ “He’s making a list. And checking it twice. Gonna find out who’s naughty and nice…”♫
Well hopefully the big man will forgive me, given our similar fondness for listing. It’s a lovely thing to have in common, even though I’m pretty sure my checklists make his look like chump change, says the non-competitive side of me. He does have a pimp ride though. I will give him that.
It’s been a long time since I’ve shared a legit list. Too long in fact, especially considering my love of them runs deeper than most still waters, or really any aquifer for that matter. Lists are my one true love, aside from the Hubby that is. I’m not a total monster.
Lists make me giddy, they tickle my toes, and give me goose bumps, although it could be the chill in the air, coupled with my fragile mental state, but whatever. They are the bomb.com and the cats pajamas all rolled into one, which is why today I’ve got a special treat for you.
A List, my Saturday morning list to be exact, although we’re going to deviate just a smidge and focus on one of my favorite traditions: putting up the Christmas tree. It’s an annual affair and we get all kinds of festive ♫“Up in here. Up in here.“♫ Sometimes, we even invite DMX to the party, provided he puts on a Santa hat and rattles some jingle bells. Obviously.
1) First things first: head to your local garden center and show them some love.
2) Pick up a tree while you’re there and practice safety first carting it back to your home.
As an aside, I cannot be held accountable for any mishandled trees should you utilize our one of a kind method.
3) Bear in mind, they always looks smaller on the lot.
4) Put on some holiday music, preferably tuneage you can sing to and get a fire roaring.
5) With the mood now set, bring the garlands and accoutrements down from the attic or if you’re lucky, have the Hubby bring them down because there are cobwebs and bugs up there. Plus, hello stairs.
6) Pat your Type A self on the back for putting away the last year’s decorations in the most organized fashion. Point out the same to the Hubby and bask in the accolades.
7) Bring forth the holiday mugs, and fill them with Bailey’s. Toss in a little hot cocoa for kicks.
8) Put our game faces on, crack knuckles (our own, of course) and start decorating that tree.
9) Yell at the Hubby for deviating from our ornament hanging order. Accustomed to my neurosis, he opts to ignore my moment.
10) Secretly sneak his sports themed balls, gizmos and gadgets to the back of the tree. Pretend he doesn’t catch me doing the same.
11) Admire my most prized possession: the head, even though the Hubby finds him creepy and begs me every year to throw him out. I am vigilant and the head finds his way onto the tree.
12) Switch to drinking white wine.
13) Add some festive hip shaking to our caterwauling, also known as caroling, proving you can in fact do two things at once.
14) Step back and admire our handiwork.
15) Congratulate ourselves on another successful year decorating the Christmas tree.
What are some of your holiday traditions?