This past weekend was the Zielske’s time to get with the holiday action. And get with the holiday action we did.
Cole performed his dramatic and scene-stealing turn in our church’s Christmas Pageant, "The Last Resort Inn." And even though he felt, in his words, "demeaned" by having to dress in a one-piece jump suit that made him look "like a toddler," he still gave it his very best effort.
(Look all the way to the far left, front row.) Cole had one killer line. Actually, it was more of a line, delivered with a pose, that the longer he held it, the funnier it got. And he worked it for a good 60 seconds. And me, with the poo poo slow lens, only got this:
But I think it’s pretty clear the boy has mad acting skillz.
Then it was onto picking up our tree on an unseasonably warm saturday afternoon. I have no pictures of the tree getting festivities, because guess what I did? Purposefully LEFT my camera home. Can I get a "what what!"?
Another twist on tradition… this year, I told Dan with my sucky wrists/pinched radial nerve resulting in referred-pain issue, he’d have to handle the lights on the tree. And all the bloody pitch that comes with it.
The great thing about Dan (well, there is more than ONE thing) is that tangled lights cause him NO consternation. At all. I can’t even function when faced with a too tightly tied shoe knot. He’s so patient. And cute, when he’s all lit up.
The kids busted out the ornaments and got to work.
Cole really had the Christmas spirit. He said, no less than four separate times, "I love putting up the Christmas decorations. It just brings back so many good memories."
Keep in mind, 9-and-a-half years can breed a goodly amount of things to recall.
After all was said and done, we made Ned Flanders’ Hot Cocoa and sat back, admiring our tree.
Yep. The Christmas spirit is alive and well at the Zielskes. Happy holidays from us to you.
p.s. To everyone on my holiday card list. You won’t be receiving a holiday card from me this year. It’s not that I don’t care and it’s not that you got cut. It’s just that this year, I decided to take one more obligation from my list o’ plenty off. And quite honestly? It even feels better than going bra-less.