I may have mentioned I like Christmas, 400 times. As you saw my love of Christmas has rubbed off on Noah. My husband grew up a Jehovah's Witness and really didn't get my adoration of the day. I have been whittling away at his disconnect from Christmas for 12 years and I think my whittling may have snap something in him, because this year? HE is nuts!
Rather than be upset the tree I picked scraped the ceiling (literally it left marks), he was proud! Our tree is the biggest of all of his friends!
And then there is the yard.
That carousel is 8 feet. EIGHT FEET people.
There is an older couple down the road that goes all out, people from the entire neighborhood stop and look at their house. Hubby is now taking it as a person insult if people stop in front of their house and not ours. He is now on a quest to destroy the sweet elderly folks down the road. While driving by them working in the yard, dh muttered, "I got you, I got you". Did I mention we had the van windows open? I am pretty certain the he scared them.
We are now on the hunt for a giant inflatable Mickey Mouse Santa and by we, I mean HIM.