It occurs to me that my last post may have come across as crotchety and Scrooge-like. Don’t get me wrong: Christmas is my favorite holiday and I love this time of year. I just came out of a fun but social weekend and my Inner Introvert is gibbering in one corner of my head.
So, I give you a humorous incident:
You know how some moms are able to take common recyclable items and they and their equally artistic children make lovely crafts out of them?
Well, I apparently do not number amongst them.
The kids and I worked on tissue paper angels this evening:
Kids: Oooh, ghosts!
Me: These are not ghosts. These are angels. Look. They have halos and wings and everything.
Everyone works on their crafts for a few more minutes.
Me: Okay, you’re right. These do look like ghosts.
Kids:Yay! Christmas ghosts! *fly them through the air* Whoo-ooooo-oooo!
Miss M.: I want mine to have arms and feet and hair.
So we spent the next ten minutes hot-gluing pipecleaner limbs and ribbon hair to Miss M.’s ghost/angel/thing.
We can pretend that we just read A Christmas Carol. Should I have made some pipecleaner chains as well?