As i've mentioned before-Adam's Mother loves her decorations and anything festive. This being said, Adam grew up in a beautiful home alWayS perfectly decorated for the holidays-the stockings hung, garland draping from every corner, 2 Christmas trees, sweater parties, the smells of Christmas throughout the house--mistletoe...you get the picture.
ONce December hit, I had no motivation. No lights, no tree, not one candy cane in sight. We still had boxes and un-opened wedding presents around. Why would I decorate when we don't ever have people over and we are hardly ever in our house? Waste of money I thought....i'll wait until next year.
I know, I know, bah-humbug.
Well, throughout the next couple of weeks Adam kept giving me little hints: "We should buy some pine or cinnamon scented candles" or " We can borrow lights from my Mom to put over the fireplace"....etc., etc...
I felt awful. Here he was, my little Elf taken from his North Pole and married for time and all eternity to the Grinch.
So last night, December 17th, he had had enough. I come home from work and all the lights in the house are off. Glowing Christmas lights are draped everywhere. Along the kitchen cupboards leading to the living room, around the desk and wall, in our bedroom-around the mirror, and of course all over the fireplace. I look down and there he was, my little Elf fast asleep snoozing on the couch under all the twinkling lights. I didn't know if I should pee my pants laughing, or cry.
Yes I know, I should be ashamed of myself.