In honoring Will Someone Feed The Cats' call for blogs with colours in the name (I even spelled "colors" Euro-style) I'm also breaking advise given by both her and Dennis Knight in their shared blog in which they suggest that it's not in our best interest to blog more than once a day.  I think it was also they who suggested we not add links in our blogs, which steers readers away from our own writing. Oh well.  The worst that can happen is that I don't get read and I think I can handle that;  sometimes it's the writing that's the mostest fun.

 

"We're getting a Christmas tree today."

Toby winces, "Aw mom, no! Not a Christmas tree!"

"Yes. Today."

"Mom, last time we got a tree the dog ate the glass Christmas bulbs!"

"We don't have a dog now and we're getting a tree. A small one."

"Mom! We don't do holidays, remember? We do stuff like see The Grindhouse and buy Jesus Christ Vampire Slayer for Easter."

"I don't care. Brother John and his girlfriend, Athena, are coming for Christmas, and Brad doesn't have a place to go. We're doing Christmas, and we're getting a tree."

"Oh, god. Does that mean you're gonna cook too?'

"I might." I say with as much dignity as I can muster. "And we're going to the mall today."

"Oh my god, we're going Christmas shopping too?" Toby puts his head down on the table, shaking it from side to side. His hair falls dramatically around his face.

"Yes, and we're going to wrap presents and put them under the tree."

He raises his head, meeting my eye intensely. "Can we get a statue of Buddha to put under the tree?"

"Of course."

"How about Shiva? And Ganesha, Krishna and Kali?"

"I know of a shop we can get those at today after we get the tree. Maybe we can find a menorah somewhere."

Toby wanders off to his bedroom to get dressed.

Yep, it's Christmas time at the C**** house!