I'm finally taking down Christmas. The stockings are emptied, and by emptied I mean I ate the rest of the candy and treats left in mine...and left in a few of the boys. Yep, well on my way to completing that New Years resolution to gain 30 lbs and grow out my armpit hair 10 inches so I can donate it to locks of love.
Now don't get all jealous and stuff because your Christmas is still out. I haven't put the stockings away yet, and I haven't taken down any of the 6 Christmas trees, including the live one...wait, why do we call them live trees when they have been cut down and stuck in a tub of water that dried out three weeks ago? Hmm, I hope #6 doesn't get crazy learning to ride his Ripstick in the house. One spark and I can shop vac the ashes. Sorry. Sugar high. Easily distracted.
So, anyway this un-decorating thing started me to thinking about a couple gifts I got.
A book of Carl Sandberg poetry and a pink GerberaDaisy.
You can blame Carl, or the sugar...
Dalliance With a Daisy, InWinter
For Christmas, a pink Gerbera Daisy.
Displayed, amidst snowy evergreens, absurdly.
Cheekily calling my Christmas bluff.
Why do those with most to give, worry most if they give enough.
I loved these two gifts best...well, the white mocha powder and Harley Davidson mug were pretty sweet too. I'm drying the daisy between page 257 and 258 of my new, used book.
Back to un-decorating.
Hmmm, I wonder what's left in Adorable Hubby's stocking...?