I made you this:
Because I don’t really know what says “Happy Holidays!” more than a T-Rex carrying a Christmas tree, do you?I’ve been home in Buffalo this past week, helping my mom gear up for the family festivities.
Well, actually I’ve been catching up on cat-petting and Long-Island-Medium-watching. But when I’m not doing that, I attempt to be helpful and productive. This is a new thing I’m trying. I’m not really sure how long it will stick.
This year is the first year in a super duper long time that all my brothers and sisters and their partners and families are able to celebrate the holidays together. Which means there’s going to be something like eleventy-jillion people crammed into one house.
Stuff is about to get real around here, yo.
(And by “real” I mean “drunk.” And by “stuff” I mean “me.”)In preparation, I’ve been to-do-list-making and holiday-baking and last-minute-Christmas shopping.
I even decorated my parent’s tree all by myself this weekend, which was definitely not an easy feat, as the tree is easily three feet taller than me and ladders give me the heebie-jeebies. Luckily, I had booze and unicorn ornaments on my side.
She probably regrets that now.
I bet Santa probably regrets that, too.
But, hey, what’s a girl to do when she just so happens to have a bin full of plastic dinosaurs at her disposal?
(What? Don’t you have a bin full of plastic dinosaurs at your disposal? I thought everyone did!)The Christmas villagers don’t seem all that perturbed by the presence of dinosaurs in their tiny table-top town. They are still going about their daily Christmas village lives.
Rolling huge snowballs.
Wearing ridiculously large bonnets.
Decorating Christmas trees.
Riding around in their little buggies.
And exchanging presents.
It’s all about the Christmas spirit, you guys.
It’s a stressful time, for sure. Even when imminent destruction by dinosaurs isn’t looming on the horizon.
But you just got to keep on rolling those snowballs and rocking your large bonnet and handing out presents even if there is a hungry Plesiosaurus ready to chomp down on your head. (By the way, I totally expect this to be the lyrics of next year’s hit holiday song, don’t you?)I’d like to think that I’ve started a new family holiday tradition.
Like my family won’t be able to properly celebrate Christmas each year until someone has carefully placed an Allosaurus on top of the village schoolhouse.
Or until there’s a Brontosaurus eating the top of the church.
Or go hide in my room with the cat and some Christmas ale and my Netflix while my mom gets busy getting ready.
Either way, really.
May your day be filled with joy, peace and not too many marauding Stegosauruses.
And if you’re traveling, may your travels be safe and pleasant. And if you’re staying in a hotel, may you check the chimney for claws.
And always pull the curtains for fear of Peeping Brachiosauruses.
But that’s kind of a given.Merry Christmas to all of you who celebrate and Happy Wednesday to everyone! How will you be spending the day? With family? With friends? With your neighborhood Triceratops?