Whether or not we put up a tree is entirely dependent on how Housemate feels. If she's up to it, it'll probably go up. If it's left up to me, there will be no tree. *shrug*
How about if I and the little one stop over and put one up for you?
I haven't really been into Christmas since I outgrew Santa. These days, between my dislike of crowded shops and the fact I've not met all that many Christmas carols I can stand, the closer Christmas comes, the more Grinchy I get.
My MIL let a UTI go unchecked over the Thanksgiving weekend, and stuff was backing up to her kidneys. So we were up until about 5am ferrying her about because I bullied her into going to the emergency room, and my FIL had to work today.
As far as I can tell, there are only 20-25 Christmas songs that get played on the radio or store--but eleventy zillion different renditions of them (that all pretty much sound alike). Really grates.
This totally this as far as the secular goes. :/
This is why I listen to just my own carols. As in the ones on my computer, not ones I sing.
And you don't work in retail. I do. Count yourself fortunate.
And you don't work in retail. I do. Count yourself fortunate.
She did get help, right? And she'll follow doctor's orders, right? Having just dealt with someone with kidney problems, that's not something she--or any of the family--wants to deal with.
On the other hand, whenever I think of Christmas carols, I remember a scene from this video KISS put out back in the late 80's. KISS Exposed. It was a spoof documentary. It had a scene where they find Paul Stanley. He's in bed with a bunch of girls. He starts to introduce them to the interview guy. Each girl was named Carol. So someone says, "So I guess you could say you went Caroling last night."
Lots of that kind of humor in that vid.