i have yet to have “the spirit of christmas” enter my household. well, i did… until i found ADULT SIZED FEETIES!!! i haven’t been one to really decorate, put up a wreath, mini santas, reindeer pillows, snowman dish towels, etc.

confession: i have never bought a christmas tree.

… BUT I HAVE FEETIES!!!

of the 5+ years that paul and i have been married, our first christmas as a married couple was spent in texas at a family wedding. paul was deployed for christmases 2 and 3, so i kinda boycotted those christmases, hiding out in atlanta and spending “non-christmas” #2 drunk and then “non-christmas” #3 pregnant with the magoo.

our fourth christmas as a married couple was spent with a 6 month old magoo at my folk’s with paul actually in the states to celebrate with us!!! we were mid-move from jacksonville to annapolis and had moved in with my parents for a few weeks over the holidays with all of our belongings that could fit into paul’s tahoe and my VW hatchback, plus a baby and our 85 lb labrador.

… AHHH, THE FEETIES!!!

in my defense, i’ve really had no reason to get all decorated and holiday-ish, etc. and those two years that paul was gone, i scoffed at everyone who did get in the holiday spirit. i was the female scrooge and owned it. i even refused to receive a mini christmas tree from friends of our’s who send them each year, and requested a bouquet of fantastically exotic flowers instead (that arrived in a candy-cane stripped vase).

so here we are, on the 7th of december (happy 4th birthday sweet lily mae. or, i should say bon anniversaire, since you are now in france), and i’m READY to get my christmas on!!!

and yes, we’re spending it in atlanta, once again. this time we will be at my in-law’s place, which i am so stoked about for my husband because he has not spent a christmas at his parent’s home since we’ve been married. so we don’t NEED to decorate our apartment.

we won’t be here. this place is small. we have no space for a tree, unless it’s a table-top one. we don’t have many christmas decorations because i trashed the majority of them for the two christmases paul was deployed (no, i wasn’t bitter or angry).

but… we got our first snow over the weekend (i would attach a picture, but by the time i got around to getting my camera outside it was practically melted)… i have a cold that i am combatting fiercely with nyquil, dayquil, and the washing of bed sheets to rid myself of germies.

most importantly… I HAVE FEETIES!!!

so, i’m ready. these feeties of mine even have pockets, which ALMOST gets me beyond the fact that there’s no trap-door for pottying purposes, but i guess ya can’t have it all. there is a VERY strong possibility that i will spend the next 3 weeks in these feeties, with my beautiful boy in his own, having feeties parties and even decorating a bit. (shhh!!! don’t tell!!!)

come christmas in atlanta with my family and my in-laws, i will be wearing these feeties (if i have not already worn them out) while sipping egg nog and reading bedtime stories to my son who thinks that santa is “daddy” because santa wears a hat and daddy wears a hat to work every day.

now, if you’ll excuse me, i have to go take more dayquil and disinfect my apartment in my feeties.

ps: you can find said feeties at target. and yes, i am looking for a set of feeties for my 6’6″ husband. santa may have to help me out with that one.