I’ve just something crazy. I’ve agreed to write a Christmas blog every day in December. Feel free to join me!
Wow, where did the year go? How is it already December? I was pregnant all year, I guess, and the baby arrived just in time for the holidays. I can’t even cry along to Sixpence None the Richer’s Last Christmas Without You.
(Although I might anyway, because that song always gets me.)
Anyway, today we’ll put up our Christmas tree. It’s just a little plastic four-footer, but it makes the living room so festive and colorful. The kids love it.
Then there’s the problem of candy canes.
Every year, I buy a big box of candy canes. We hang them on the tree. Then, over the next week, they vanish one by one. I find ghostly wrappers drifting around on the floor.
“Who ate a candy cane ten minutes before dinner?” I’ll demand.
From the negative replies, nobody ate a candy cane. Nobody at all. But there will be sticky fingerprints on the light switches and door knobs. Maybe we have peppermint-addicted elves. Or gremlins. Knowing our house, probably gremlins.
By the end of the week, all the candy canes will be gone. And usually I would have been planning to make hot chocolate and show the kids how to stir it with a candy cane … which I can’t do because they’ve all vanished to Candy Cane Heaven.
But I haven’t learned my lesson, because I still buy them every year.
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