I’m finally starting to get into the holiday spirit. There is no rush in Spain. My first Christmas here I happily dismantled the nativity scene on boxing day. Rogelio was traumatized.
“What are you doing! We need plastic baby Jesus around until the Kings come.”
“The Kings? When will those wise guys show up?”
“Not until January 6th.”
“The 6th of January? I have to deal with tinsel until the 6th of January? By that time Canadians have not only packed up the lights but have lost 5 pounds, quit smoking and started again.”
Can you believe it? Your kids will be back in school and we will still be scarfing bon-bons and holiday shopping.
I just can’t get into the traditional tree here, although you can buy them, potted or plastic. It’s all kinds of wrong. But we need something to put the gifts under. Do you remember my tree from last year?
Here’s Version 2011.
A bit bell-shaped, lacking a stem, but it’s wood, right?
Yago, (who is attachment parenting his lion, Laurie), isn’t convinced. He’s a nativity scene kind of guy. Although he was more than happy to assist on the closet demolition.
Two more sleeps until Santa comes. Seventeen more sleeps until I can hang up my clothes.