I am a firm believer in not starting Christmas too early. I absolutely refuse to put up a Christmas tree or decorate my house more than two weeks before Christmas. Mine is always the house where other kids come over and ask why our tree isn’t up yet.
Well, it’s because you don’t put the tree up before December 11—at the EARLIEST—thank you very much.
I mean, I’m not a grinch or anything. I do shop before then and we have an advent calendar and all, but I much prefer two weeks of holiday fun than a month of drawn-out yuletide, not to mention trying to keep my kids and cats from climbing the Christmas tree for four weeks.
Jack did try to sneak in a little holiday decorating of his own by creating a “snowman” in his bunk bed one night.
that has been hanging out in our kitchen since October.
Today he had the opportunity to make a real snowman (he didn’t, but he had the opportunity) when the first snow of the season fell.
We all played in the snow first thing in the morning and then ended up in the living room sort of staring at each other and wondering what to do with the day. Alex suggested we go see Santa, which is a MAJOR and OBVIOUS violation of my Two Weeks Before Christmas Rule, but in the interest of being able to shop for gifts from Santa, I agreed.
Plus, this way, there isn’t a danger of a kid changing his mind about what he’s going to ask Santa for when there are fewer shopping days before Christmas.
So, off we went!
You should have seen Quinn’s smile when he first glimpsed Santa. It was magical.
I’ll also give you this sorta weird but sorta awesome photo of my kids on Santa’s lap. (Or at least on his bench.) For some reason the photographer told my kids to give Santa the thumbs up.
And then here is Quinn misbehaving directly in front of Santa:
So I guess Christmas has begun in Stimeyland. But I’m still not putting up a tree until next weekend.