Today is my husband Peeps birthday. His greatest love in life (other than moi and the kids) is Christmas. In fact, it is a bit of an obsession. He plays Christmas music year round. He makes sure he owns a red car. He even managed to get married at Christmas and have his first child arrive the following Christmas. For the past (nearly) 19 years of our marriage Peeps has been begging for our family to put up the Christmas tree on his birthday, and then leave it up for all of our birthdays (which would mean it couldn’t come down until Feb 6th). Needless to say, I’ve resisted this plan.
I made sure I got home before he did so the girls and I could put up the tree before he arrived. Then, when he walked in the door we jumped out and yelled “HAPPY BIRTHMAS!”
From the photo, you can see how enthused our dog Joey is about all of this! :)
Needless to say, Peeps is as giddy as a schoolboy in a candy store. Of course, he immediately pulled out all his Christmas CD’s (the Carpenter’s ‘Christmas Portrait’ album is blasting as I speak write), and he is trying to choose whether we are watching “The Polar Express” or “Christmas Story” tonight after FHE while we eat his cake and icecream. OK – I’ll go along with all of this. I have to admit, it’s actually quite fun and festive. And don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas, too!
But, just for the record my dear Peeps, I have NOT agreed to celebrate until February!