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?
Hi Rabia!
Christmas ghosts, hmmm? That could spark some writing ideas!!!
And the other post didn’t come across crotchety at all. I agreed with the sentiments expressed. It IS too easy to let things get out of all proportion. Being aware of it is the best way to counteract it.
All the best,
LisaM
The craft went so much better after I acknowledged the ghostliness of the angels. đŸ˜€ We had fun after all.