Yesterday I was sitting on the couch with Chris when the postman showed up with a package. I jumped up to get it and generally acted like a two year old with the âWhat is it?â? and âIs it for me?â? questions. Chris said âNo. Itâs not for youâ? and carefully opened the box. Apparently he bought a Firefly ornament. He purchased it months ago and had been waiting anxiously for it to arrive. He lifted the ornament box out of the packing box and very gently opened it. He spent so much time removing the ornament from its box, that I had time to go to the bathroom, pee, wash my hands, walk back to the kitchen and refill my water glass. By the time I got back to the living room he finally had the ornament out of the box for viewing pleasure.
Me: âWell, I guess this means we have to get the Christmas tree out this year.â?
Chris: âWe donât have to if donât want to.â?
Me: âNo, no. I think we should. I think it will be good.â?
Chris: âOh good! I was hoping you would say that!â?
Hearing him say that made me tear up a little. It just reminded me of what a bitch I was during that time of year last year. I donât think I was bitchy to Chris (at least I didnât mean to be), but I was generally crudgmugen about any thing and every thing dealing with the Holidays. I donât want to be that kind of person.
Chris was so excited about his new Christmas tree ornament. He looked like a little kid. When he pulled it out of the box he said âThis is my favorite ornamentâ?. Weâre going to need a bigger tree.