Nilda and I got our first REAL Christmas tree today (ie, not the plastic tree from Target). I used to say that I would never have a tree in my house. I liked that not having a tree made me different. This was before I married a catholic Cuban. I think this photo expresses my reaction to this latest development:
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don't worry honey, I won't tell anyone how much you actually love our real tree. sshhh...
Marrying a Catholic cuban finally gave you the excuse you were looking for to cave into the jealousy you've harbored towards us Christians. Did I tell you Matt spent last Sunday night diligently creating our advent wreath during an event at church?
Oh, Jesus...
Nilda, I will never, NEVER, spend any Sunday night at a church working on a wreath. And no Jesus in the house.
Never say never my friend. Wait until you move to a town in which you know no one and your only realistic other option is to spend another night alone in front of the TV listening to your kids scream at each other. Advent wreaths anyone? (Wow, that sounded kind of pathetic, didn't it?)
Making the advent wreath wasn't really about Christmas or church for me (didn't know what it was until we were done - and frankly I'm still not completely sure). Sometimes a guy just wants to do a craft project. Am I right, guys? Guys?
no worries sweety, I'm ashamed to say I don't know what an Advent wreath is for either.
Oooh ooh! It's a wreath with candy in it for the twelve days of Ludacrismas, right?!
(Full disclosure: I totally looked that up just in case it really was a wreath with candy in it...)
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