Timmmmberrrrrrrr!

Felt like Clark Wilhelm Griswold Jr. today - one of those challening days only the holidays offer. After breaking glass ornaments on our carpet, fighting with strings of lights that don't work (not sure they ever did), and having our Christmas tree fall over on little Charlie and flood our living room floor, I'm about done with Christmas already. I should have known, it being a Monday and all. My boys were the ones to hold us all together though; they were smiling though the whole debacle. After everything was said and done Noah had the insight (i mean guts) to ask me "Dad, where did all your holiday spirit go?" Classic, I couldn't help but smile, on the outside anyway, at that one. So, after many unpleasant words uttered under my breath and after pulling out plenty of pine needles and glass schards from my socks and hair we have successfully resurrected our tree, with ornaments, and strung the lights (new ones - again - from Wally's World). If you're wondering, don't worry, Charlie thought it was so cool the tree actually fell completely over and water was soaking her feet she didn't feel the need, or forgot, to cry.