Friday December 07, 2012
Steve and I have a lot of stuffed animals in our apartment. Some of them are from my childhood, but many are much newer than that. They are spread around the place, perched on shelves and lounging on the back of the couch. There's even a Remy the Rat in the kitchen. But several of our stuffed animals spend their days sitting together on a small bench in the living room.
And yes, ours is an adults-and-cats only home.
So the other day we realize December has snuck up on us. We respond the only way we know how, by decorating. Among the other things I get out of the Christmas chest are the holiday-themed stuffed animals we've carefully packed away. We're quickly running out of places to put things, and so I say:
"We could pack away the guys on the bench, and put the Christmas animals there."
Steve immediately agrees, but then we both look at the bench. Neither one of us moves. Finally I say:
"How lame is it that I feel bad about them missing Christmas stuck in a box?"
And Steve says, "Well, that's what I was thinking, too."
We both look at the bench some more.
Steve: "Do you think we can fit them all on there?"
And so that's how this happened:
As you can see, we needed an overflow basket, but none of them are complaining. And isn't spending time together what the holidays are all about?
Of course, I have no idea what we're going to do when January comes charging in and suggests it's time for some of our guests to go back in the chest...