As tradition in the Allen household states, we must drive to the mountains and pick out our Christmas tree. This year was no different, only instead of going the day after Thanksgiving as tradition states, we went the day before. Why haven't we done that sooner?!? Unlike previous years, we were the only ones there. I mean, besides the dudes working there, we were the ONLY ones there. It was awesome. No guarding your tree to make sure no one else gets it while you send someone to lug up and down the mountain looking for the guy with the chain saw. No waiting for the tree to be brought down the mountain to be wrapped up. No waiting in line to pay for said tree. None of that, just a stress free, quite ride up the mountain with the hubbers and Fletch.
After some creative rearranging of the furniture, we got the tree up and started to decorate it.Fletch is 3 and really "gets" Christmas this year. He was a good little helper. He had all the ornaments out the the box before the hubbers and I got the lights on the tree.
He topped it all off with candy canes. We spent Sunday putting all the decorations are out and I'm ready. (Kind of.)My sister thought it would be a good idea to tell a 3 year old that he really needed a go cart for Christmas.(Never gonna happen.) She even gave him a clipping from the newspaper. Now, every one in the family knows that you should not make suggestions to my OCD kid unless you are committed to that suggestion. So, now I have spent the last 3 days trying to explain to a stubborn 3 year old that his Aunt is crazy and should have never made such a suggestion because Santa isn't going to bring him a go cart. Thanks Aunt Has-No-Sense. Your day will come. I think your little girl is going to need a pony when she is three.














