December 22, 2013.
The other day Christy accused me of not having enough Christmas spirit. Actually, she said I had none. I said “Why, because I haven't stood in an angry line at Sears and punched somebody recently?” Evidently I had confused Christmas Spirit and Holiday Rage.
It seems that she was riding me because I failed to help decorate the boat. It's not that I didn't want to help, it's just that she LOVES doing it. To put up our decorations only takes 15 minutes so I didn't want to steal half her joy. One strand of colored lights, 2 stockings, a Santa picture and our tiny tree. Pffft, done.
She said I could have at least put some of the ornaments on the tree. There are over a hundred ornaments on our 2 foot tall tree. Last year when I helped I was informed that I was doing it wrong. Evidently you don't put all the soldiers and bad ass ornaments in the front while hiding the girly ones in the back. The ballerinas, fairies and tiny birdhouses are important too. Who knew.
So finding myself condemned as persona non xmas espiritous I decided to take action. The boat decorations were finished so I headed in to shore determined to dress up the cay. Hog Cay is huge so spreading a thin layer of Christmas cheer over the whole cay seemed unrealistic. So I decided to concentrate my efforts.
I went to a section of the shoreline that borders the anchorage that has a large limestone formation. I ended up building a five and a half foot tall limestone Christmas tree.During the day it has the appearance of a large but simple rock cairn. But at night when the strands of solar lights kick on its just Christmas throwing up all over the place. That is one fine stack o' Christmas spirit.
|Yes, it is dark as hell out here.|