Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays to all of you from Best Homes & the Northrup Family!

 

 

Yep - we've all completed another trip around the sun.  Hard to believe, but we've spun around in a circle almost 365 times and taken another lap though the oval of our solar system.  Feeling dizzy?  You have a right to be disoriented!

Yesterday morning before work I was fortunate enough to witness the blood flowing from the wound in my shin, inflicted when the idiot-assed mesh that was on the Christmas Tree broke as I carried the Noble Fir into the house.  The obligatory 'fresh cut' at the base of the tree created a neat, sharp edge that cleanly sliced the skin and allowed my red blood to seep out onto the green of the needles.

How festive!  I'd created my own Christmas collage!  Red & Green together!  Ahhh, the joy of Christmas!

My wife gives me subtle hints that it's time to decorate: just before thanksgiving I find the outdoor lights placed where my surfboard once was.  Is this a hint?  Or an ultimatum?  "No surfing for you until the house is decorated..."  So it's out to the garage for the ladder and out the upstairs window to hang those pesky strings in my preset hooks.  I've got it down to a science; the lights go up in less than an hour.  Then, it takes 2 to 3 hours to get the buggers working.  (I'm looking forward to meeting the inventor of the 'icicle' lights, where one is out and an entire section goes dark - he'll be right there with the "Can you hear me now?" Verizon dork.  I've yet to commit a homicide, but meeting either of those two might put put me over the edge...)  The lighted lawn Reindeer rusted out last year and were sent to the big North Pole in the sky, but the snap-together snowman has survived to make it this season.

By the time the tree is up and the lights are on and my chores are complete I'm truly in the mood to watch some Holiday movies.  It's time to relax and enjoy such classics as 'A Christmas Carol', or 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas', or even 'It's a Wonderful Life'.  I settle into the couch after I've electrocuted myself, pinched fingers, and bandaged wounds, with the urge to play the stories backward so they have a happy ending.  You get it?  Scrooge stays Scrooge, the Grinch gets away with stealing Christmas, and Mr. Potter owns Bedford Falls.

Ahhh, the joy of Christmas!

But, in retrospect every year it's worth it.  I know that for every single hour I put in making the Holiday special for the kids and friends and family, my wife puts in four.  I appreciate her so much.  For the kids, this is a special time, and she makes it wonderful for them.  I try too, but can't hold a Christmas candle to her efforts.

I could go on with more drivel, but really I just wanted to say Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, or just plain Happy Holidays to everyone who is not too busy to take a moment & read this.

Happy New Year too!  Hang on tight & get ready for another trip around the sun!

Best to you all,

Clark Griswold