Anyone who lives anywhere near where I do knows that these photos were not taken today. I snapped these beautiful bad boys yesterday, because the frost was absolutely breathtaking. My husband begs to differ, as his relationship with the frost had more to do with scraping it off his windshield at 7 in the morning than actually standing and admiring it. And what we all thought was a beautiful morning anomaly of white turned out to be our new reality, as it snowed all evening yesterday and most of the night. We woke up to a stormy sort of day today, with blowing snow and frozen vehicles. The sky is the same colour as the ground, and my kids couldn't be more happy about it.
The rule in our house is that we don't set up the Christmas tree until November 25th, or there's staying snow on the ground; Whichever comes first. I just can not handle a Christmas tree when it's grassy and green out. And I simply can not handle a Christmas tree for very long in general. I love Christmas, and I love Christmas trees - don't get me wrong - but there's something so cluttery about Christmas decorations that really only hits me on December 26th. That's usually when I get the otherworldly compulsion to tear it all down as fast as I can. Last year I dismantled Christmas while my husband napped on the couch right next to it all. He woke up to a de-Christmasized house and a lot of confusion. "It's a twelve foot tree," he mumbled, groggily. "How is that even possible?"
Today we're staying in and staying cozy. I've got my knitted sweater on and a cup of hot chocolate brewing. We've already watched two Christmas movies this morning, and are getting ready to start Jack Frost as soon as the kiddos are out of the bath. I think we may save the Christmas tree for the weekend, though, so we can all set it up together as a family in the sunshine. There's something so magical about Christmas decorations in the morning sun that transports you to Christmas mornings past; A world filled with flannel jammies and decadent cinnamon buns, half-eaten Santa cookies and tape-fused wrapping paper stuck to the bottom of your socks. Ah, Christmas. I've been waiting for you.
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