Before I wrap up posts about Christmas, I have one more story about another of hubby’s “behaviors”, that I’d like to share with you.
As you know, Hubby loves his Christmas tree. He can shop a full day to find the perfect tree, he can pout for days about the perfect lights AND… he can spend hours getting the ornaments just right in the proper place on the decorated tree (even if he did get fired from decorating this year).
It’s this last part that I wanted to discuss today… the decorating of the tree. (I meant to get this posted before the holiday so it was more timely but I just couldn’t fit it in…..)
Here’s a little known fact – hubby is a bit quirky, or maybe a little OCD, or perhaps just a bit anal….. ok, this isn’t a little known fact at all. I have blogged about it more times that I can count but let’s just pretend, in the honor of New Year’s Resolutions, that this is the first time I’m telling you about this.
Hubby likes many things to be just a certain way and if you use the wrong bowl, gouge the cheese or add unnecessary toppings, you could potentially throw the entire universe out of whack. Knowing this, there are many elements of holiday decorating that I just don’t touch. One element, as I mentioned before the holiday, is his Army of Nutcrackers. The other is a select assortment of Christmas ornaments. “Hubby’s ornaments”. Ornaments that require: Special Attention. Special Placement. Special Stories.
Yes… I said stories.
The most important ornament is hubby’s “explorer” elf. This elf is so important that he was actually kidnapped and held for ransom many years ago. I kid you not. Ok, bear with me, I’m about to go off on a tangent.
This particular ornament is an ornament from hubby’s childhood. Like many great parents sending their young’ uns into the world, hubby’s mom packed up a few special ornaments for her son when he ventured off into the world of marriage… this ornament was one of the lucky few to come with us to our new home. When hubby’s brother realized the horrific act their mother had perpetrated, of gifting this precious ornament to us, he decided to take action. So, he broke into our house, stole the elf off our first Christmas tree, wrote a ransom note and texted us images of the elf, bound & gagged…. with ridiculous demands for his return. I only wish I had known I’d be blogging some 8 years later and I would have saved these images… because they are truly priceless. But alas, I do not have the power to see the future and these pictures & ransom note are long gone. I have mentioned in the past that my life is filled with laughter and ridiculous behavior when hubby & his brother get together and this is but just a glimpse of why…………
Anywho… we did eventually recover the elf and Christmas magic was returned to our home.
So, back to the my present day elf story.
Each year Hubby likes to create a “scene” within our Christmas tree that reflects a story he’s created for this pioneering elf. I will do my best to convey this “story” to you.
You see, this elf likes to live in a “Christmas cave” within our tree. He is gingerly situated inside the branches and is surrounded by the itty-bittiest ornaments whose placement is agonized over by hubby to create the perfect scene each year. The elf holds a single light to illuminate his cave and he sports a nifty backpack for exploration of his surroundings as he discovers the magic of miniature holiday items throughout his “cave”.
I’m sure I’ve done a disservice to this story… as hubby does it much better and has a certain twinkle in his eye and he describes his elf and the magical nook in our tree.
After his little cave is created, hubby likes to step back and admire his work and he likes to talk about the miniature little scene. On more occasions than I can count, I’ve found hubby all by himself, standing in front of the tree with a tiny smile looking through a “window” in the branches to check on his magical elf. I can only imagine what’s going through his mind as he thinks about this mini elf cave. I wonder if he’s thinking about how much better the cave would be with surround sound, or perhaps a mini flat screen tv…. or maybe, just maybe, he’s wondering how we can find mini soda cans to try to bring the “magic” of his own Man Cave into our Christmas tree.
I suppose the one good thing here is that, while hubby can enjoy this mini elf “cave” just as much as his actual Man Cave…… this one doesn’t require any cleaning. And that my dear friends is what makes this cave magical for me too. Well that, and the fact that it’s the ONE TIME a year that hubby actually participates in any sort of home decorating! Now, if I could only figure out a way to make choosing curtains more “magical”??!!
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