Holidays

Recently, Mackenzie asked us with a pretty please for a Christmas tree. He's been singing Jingle Bells on almost a daily basis as well. So, when I was out, after doing some research on prices, I came across this tree, included with 350 lights, on sale, so I bought it. I haven't had a Christmas tree since Jamie & I lived in an apartment before we got married. We always have a Christmas tree at Jamie's step-sister's house, so we've never put up a tree before. (You see, we are (non practicing) Jews, and we celebrate Christmas - Jamie's entire step-family is not Jewish).

So today, Mackenzie and I (with a little bit of help from Sean), spent a good 2 hours decorating our 6.5 foot tree. I think it looks darn amazing. Now, I just need to find the time to wrap some presents to put under the tree.

Mackenzie made us promise that we would not make a fire (in our fireplace) on Christmas, or Santa Clause will get burned and won't be able to come down our chimney. Oh, to be the age again where you believe in the miracle of Santa Clause. Mackenzie, if you are reading this one day, you made mommy & daddy's heart melt when you said this. You are just too delicious.

Since Christmas Eve is on a Saturday night, there is a good chance that we indeed will have a fire going, so we will have to promise Mackenzie that we will make sure the fire is well put out before midnight, so that Santa Clause can come down the chimney and bring him toys. I guess that means we'll have to leave out cookies for him too? And a glass of milk, of course. He's got to be able to wash down those cookies!