Today is Dec. 27. Mo has caught Christmas Fever.
She just bought a Santa with three bowls. Sort of like Three Wise Men, only rounder. And she is looking at our little dead Christmas tree from two years ago, declaring that she will decorate it today.
Two weeks ago, Mo wanted nothing to do with Christmas, other than a brief jaunt in a Rudolph costume. She had been an Ebenezer up till today. And now, fa-ra-ra-ra-ra.
She declares this should become a tradition: The After-Christmas Tree Decoration Party. Seems odd to me, but her other declaration of the day is, “If someone makes you mad, pee on their coat,” so I don’t want to cross her.
I’m doing the mental math, and I sense trouble. Our After-Christmas is likely to last through the New Year, which means our New Year’s Eve countdown will take place on Groundhog’s Day, which means we’ll be celebrating Cinco de Mayo on the Fourth of July, which could spark some sort of international conflict.
All I know for sure is that she seems truly happy for the first time this holiday season, and that’s good enough for me.
Maybe she won’t pee on my coat …