To say my wife loves Christmas is like saying there are a couple of teenage girls out there that think Twilight is a pretty good movie.
"Ha, so she likes Christmas. So what?" you say, which is a little hostile for Christmas but I'll let it slide.
"No, you don't understand," my wife would reply. "I love Christmas. If Christmas were a person, I would leave my non-Christmas husband for Him and make babies that have reindeer antlers."
See? Talk about crazy.
If you were to personify my wife's feelings for Christmas it would be a grinning Chihuahua on methamphetamine covered in glitter forever running manically towards a perpetually knocking door. And every step he takes leaves behind sentient mini-marshmallows that run around and toss your stored Tupperware all over the living room.
Below is how I imagine my wife's inner monologue when it comes to Christmas.
IT'S CHRISTMAS!!! (It's June)
I'm totally going to buy tons of sparkly white, glitter-covered snowflakes and place them all over the stupid house like a strange, magical, unmeltable blizzard that just blew in from the North Freaking Pole! A blizzard of CHRISTMAS CHEER, that is. Question: how many inches are predicted?
Answer: ALL OF THEM. All of the inches. If you're coming to my house, you better bring a shovel. Haha, you guys. Not really.
But really. I mean, sure, even though if REAL snowflakes were to be indoors for any length of time at all they'd form tiny puddles on the floor leading to wet socks and mold, but there's one thing you need to concentrate on: FORGET SCIENCE. This is CHRISTMAS! Wake up and smell the cinnamon-nutmeg eggnog.
GET ME AN ELF-SHAPED SUGAR COOKIE!
Guess what, America? I'm liable, at any moment, to completely Hulk out and put bows and ribbons on just about anything.
Ribbon the cat!
All I have to say is my husband better not question my decorating this year. He'll deal with the beautiful knick-knackery or "the nutcracker" will have an entirely new meaning for him. Haha!
You know, this really seems like the perfect opportunity to replace those boring, functional bathroom towels with smaller, decorative ones with REINDEER ON THEM. As far as I'm concerned my bathroom business isn't fully complete without being first having my hand cleanliness judged by Rudolph.
Twigs, leaves, pine needles and berries are gross and should be outside, right? JINGLE WRONG. Not this time of year and certainly not when they're together in a crazy circle! Wreath it up A-WREATH-a Franklin! A Christmas wreath is a circular celebration for your eyeballs. Look, if you're going to knock on my door, you're going to get knuckles full of meadow. Deal with it.
But where should I put it? How about on this wall? Yes, it looks OK here, but it's missing something. Oh I know, ANOTHER WREATH IN SLIGHTLY SMALLER SCALE ATTACHED TO IT.
Double wreath miracle!
Did you think I'm done discussing wreathes? Think again, Grinch. "Wreath" is such a sad, nothing word to describe this gift that has the power to improve humanity from its magic shape and colorful festoonery. It should be called a Joy Circle.
Why a circle? Can you imagine a square wreath? Don't be absurd. Triangle? That doesn't make any sense at all. It's a giant circle ? exactly what your eyeballs will turn into after seeing all the berries and twigs I'm going to put on this baby.
I haven't even MENTIONED all the dried conical conifer cones. You might know them as "pine cones", though I prefer to call them enchanted happiness delight biscuits or "pleasure rockets." You better believe each wreath is going to have about 40 or 50 of these puppies stuck to it with hot glue and smiles. The rest I'll put in a bowl, just in case we have a raccoon over for tea. It'll look great next to this clear plastic container full of red and green balls that exists on this shelf.
Don't even get me started on Christmas lights. Oh jingle bells, it's too late. Tiny colored lights are probably the best thing since penicillin. Sure, penicillin cures gangrene and typhoid fever, but can it illuminate my wreath? I swear, sometimes I'll be in a bad mood or have a broken ankle and stare at the majesty that are Christmas lights and I'll run around the yard like an antelope for 12 minutes pain-free.
Christmas lights are like a shot of pure Christmas Cheer injected right into your cerebral cortex and spreads warmth and delight throughout your entire body. You think the sun is great? You can only stare at that for a few seconds. You can stare at Christmas lights for MONTHS. I do, anyway. I'm going to put some flashy ones around my wreath and watch a tiny squirrel's brain melt from being so shockingly resplendent.
Ohhhh.CHRISTMAS SONGS CHRISTMAS SONGS CHRISTMAS SONGS!! Christmas songs are only the best things ever. In comparison they make Gandhi and Mother Teresa look like cannibals. Such glorious melodies. People working at department stores are so lucky they get to hear that during their entire shift.
I can't wait until next Christmas!
Kelly Van De Walle is the senior creative & marketing writer for Briscoe14 Communications (www.briscoe14.com). He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or via unrehearsed Christmas carol (as sung by Patrick Stewart). Follow Kelly on Twitter @pancake_bunny.