Feeling Pressure

Towards the end of a wonderfully slow and uneventful Thanksgiving (well, I guess you could say what transpired in the kitchen from 9:30AM until 3:30PM was an event of sorts), Kid2 was getting antsy. The Cowboys weren't doing it for her.

She started lobbying me to get up in the attic and start doing the Christmas set-up.

And for whatever reason, I was hardcore against it. Just didn't feel like getting my holidays mixed up, I guess. But it seems right somehow to keep Thanksgiving Thanksgiving and start Christmas today.

Our ritual will begin in earnest in about an hour. The outside gig, which will involve a brief roof stint. Followed by the indoor shifting of the knick-knacks. And, truth be known, I kind of enjoy it. My favorite part is getting the ornaments for the tree out--we've tried to get one from every year that sort of said something about that year, like the year we moved to Dallas we got a Santa dressed in Cowboys colors or the year we were in Manhattan we got an NYC one...stuff like that. Not to mention the kid's old stuff they made.

My wife and mother-in-law will hit the stores later.

And we'll have football on while the set-up occurs.

And I'm still glad I didn't mix holidays.