deck the halls

Lulu came into our bed this morning full of love and kisses.
nothing too out of the ordinary there.
only she was singing Rudolph the red nosed reindeer...laa laa laa....had a very shiny nose.
and asking if Santa was coming soon.
I look at the clock in a groggy daze.
uh, 6 something.
I look out of the window.
yup the trees are still covered in glorious green leaves. no snow.
I wake up big daddy.
Is it labour day weekend? or is it the greenest December on record?
I know our climate is in crisis but this is ridiculous.
WTF?

oh yes, maybe it had something to do with the fact that Lulu had a Christmas tree in her bedroom this week.
and that we were baking holiday cookies and making Christmas crafts for two days straight.
and just to get in the zone I might have put on a bit of sappy holiday music.
hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta to do to get creative.

One of the worst parts of my job is producing Christmas stories in the summer.
It's so hard to think about chestnuts roasting on an open fire, when all I really want to do is roast a weenie or a smores on an open camp fire.
It's never easy to find warm winter clothes and holiday decorations in the middle of July either.
Not to mention, that as a Canadian, as much as I try to embrace winter and I choose to live in the great white north, that doesn't mean that I'm in any great hurry to start thinking about it.
I love the summer. I don't want it to end quite frankly.

So when the holidays roll around this December, I guess I should expect lulu to start hunting for chocolate covered eggs, under the Chanukah bush.
ho ho ho.
happy labour day holiday.