It’s Christmas time again. We must deck the halls, dress the tree, hang the wreath and spend, spend, spend in true Carmichaely fashion. We must eat, drink and be merry.
A number of the above are done (tree, wreath), are partially done (halls) are in the process of being done (halls), are ongoing (eating, drinking, merriment) and some haven’t been started (the spending). That is if we don’t count the broken microwave and dishwasher (and in real time Daughter #2’s unbacked up dissertation PC) that need replacing pre festivities and Casa Carmichael filling up.
The tree was not without incident but the choosing, up-putting and decoration went without hitch. As opposed to previous Carmichael Christmases (see footnotes).
The lighting was somewhat problematic, injurious and argument inducing. And had to be spread over two days.
My dreams last night were peppered with broken lightbulbs, elves and crumbly pine cones. My sleep restless.
However and with only a brief frisson of fight, Mr C charged to the rescue and sorted the illuminations. Thank you Baby Jesus. I really didn’t want to throw more coinage at the outage.
We are, this year, voyaging into unchartered waters vis a vis Christmas stockings. I, Mrs Carmichael, have put my delicately shod metaphorical foot down and instigated a new plan. The micro stocking.
Yes, of course I have had to sweeten the pill. Three MAC makeup products per micro fishnet. Not cheap but nor is the shit I end up stuffing into the oversized originals.
There have been stipulations. On both sides.
“I get to choose the three,” says Daughter #1.
“Yes, within reason,” say I realising that MAC will have some top ‘o the range bank breaking offering which cannot be countenanced. Especially when one takes into account the cost of microwaves, dishwashers and Apple PC’s.
“I still want a chocolate orange,” texts Daughter #2. “I can’t wait from breakfast to dinner without sweet stuff.”
“We can have a shared Christmas candy basket,” I offer knowing they’ll have to be fleet of hand and foot to beat my husband to its contents.
“Can I have a micro pig in my micro stocking?” asks Daughter #3.
“I don’t wear makeup,” declares Daughter #4. “I want a proper stocking.”
“Ok,” I concede, kindness personified.
New rules established I’m sorta’ (and somewhat oddly) looking forward to the week ahead and the shopping therein.
Now I just have to source those micro stockings whilst steering clear of the diamante encrusted offerings.
A) Yes, Victoria I know my bow is not as good as your bow…………
B) Compulsory reading for the full sensurround Carmichael Crimble Experience.
Carmichael Christmas tree disasters – Me, Thee or the Tree
A must read for all those lucky enough to avoid enduring my tree raising last year and memories of Xmas past.
Complete Carmichael Christmas tree – And Here it is…..Casa Carmichael’s Christmas Tree #2
Carmichael Christmas stockings – It’s a New Look for the Carmichael 2012 Christmas Stocking