The girls have been at me since the weekend to put up the Christmas Tree. And had they (and their father) not been so damn annoying on the weekend I may have allowed it but I decided to be The Grinch way early in the piece this year.
They have been nice to me ever since I should add.
I am, by nature, a rules follower. I don't do things if it's not following a particular protocol so putting the tree up earlier than the 1st December is a big no-no for me and one I have adhered to quite strictly for the past however many years.
But, blame it on the two year old or the fact that CJ has a new job in which he may or may not be home before the sun goes down on any given day - and it could change from one minute to the next too so he'll call to say it's his last job for the day and then call back to say he's been sent on another. Not complaining. Just saying - and that he was required for getting said Christmas Tree down from our eery Flowers in the Attic-like storage spot, well at least how I imagine it from the books and my distant memory of them anyway - and yes, we have told children that's where we put them when they're naughty - and I conceded defeat.
I wasn't sure if CJ would get home early enough again this week to join in the festivities. I know how much he loves it! The carols, the tangled tree lights. Probably about as much as he loves my housekeeping abilities. But if there's one rule I'm sticking too, it's that we do it together. As a family. While listening to carols! And each year he gets it just that little bit more.
So the Christmas tree went up two days early. *Gulp* I feel so naughty. Like Santa won't bring me anything nice this year now because I didn't follow the rules! And instead of a Kindle, I'll end up with a bloody vacuum cleaner. Although, surely Santa would realise that I wouldn't know what to do with one.
My first punishment was relinquishing control of all creative rights in the decoration department. I actually think I touched two branches the whole night and was allowed to put the lights on. The only other input coming my way was the command from The Wee One to. Pick. Up. So that she could then place an ornament anywhere higher than the bottom branches. Have to say though that I quite liked being an observer this year especially now that the two older ones have more of an idea about spreading the decorations out on the tree and not just containing them all to one or two branches. Made for a nice change.
And then at dinner tonight in front of the two tinier ones, AJ pipes up and says "So, not that I'm saying I don't believe in Santa but it does kinda seem like just another person or maybe even the parents put the presents under the tree." That bloody intellectual, overthinking mind of hers. She's seven! And the worst part is, she really wants to believe but it doesn't add up.
Luckily, for me anyway, with her two sisters at the table, it was an easy decision to help keep her believing and I explained to AJ that I used to ask my mum the same question but always got the same answer which was if you stop believing, you stop receiving. I felt so. Inadequate. I am not a good liar even for this.
And then she busted out fairies as another example as though to strengthen her case and I was lost.
Thankfully CJ took over at this point and explained that if it was all logical and reasonable there would be no magic in it. And that is why Christmas is so magical and fairies are magical because we don't know how they do what they do.
Sheesh that man of mine comes in handy!
I know it won't be long before she knows. Really knows. But for now, I'm trying to keep the magic of Christmas alive for her for as long as I can. Plus, I know she'll blab to all and sundry and ruin it for the rest of them as soon as she gets confirmation that she was, in fact, correct!