Well, guys- there he is! It's the Ms. Moon traditional BAD ASS Santa, aka Evil Santa, aka, What-the-fuck-were-they-thinking?
Yes, I let him out of the closet today in order to complete my holiday decorating.
Lily and her kids came over for pancakes this morning and Owen set up the Nativity for me. He arranged the angels and Mary and Joseph and the donkey and the cow and I said, "Whoa! You forgot someone, buddy!" and I went off to the library to fetch the missing figure from the mantel where he lives when he's not being part of the cozy little scene in Bethlehem.
We do so try to be inclusive here at the Church of the Batshit Crazy.
Here's what the whole little tableau looked like after I got a few magnolia branches to fully create that perfect seasonal touch.
Don't you think that the picture of my great grandfather adds just the right amount of solemnity, dignity, and merriment?
Thank you, Owen, for helping me to make the holiday magic!
Here's what the magic boy looked like eating pancakes.
For some reason, he likes to eat pancakes like an uncivilized beast. He doesn't use butter or syrup on them so that he can eat them with his hands and not get them all nasty. So...a rather fussy uncivilized beast. He's growing his hair out. And do you see that cleft in his chin? Just like Levon's.
Speaking of that family, I got a picture from Jessie today and this is what they're doing in North Carolina.
Say what? It got up to 70 degrees here today. We're going to have to take August to the beach when he gets back so he can thaw out. Seriously, I bet he is loving it all.
And here is Ms. Maggie June, doing what Maggie June does best which is being crazy cute.
I believe she had just heard one of the roosters crow.
Our family can be a bit dramatic. I admit it.
While they were here, I put a CD of Keith Richards' Crosseyed Heart on and Maggie was standing right there with me when the music started. She was enchanted.
"Can you hear Keith?" I asked her. "He's playing for you."
She waved at the player and in her best Southern accented voice said, "Hey!" I swear that she can put as many syllables into that word as a Miss Georgia Peach and I feel quite certain that she totally believed that a tiny man was playing in that box with the lights and dials and buttons on it.
And I did not get one picture of Gibson what wasn't blurred. So. Sorry, Gibson.
And here's one more picture of Owen, pretending to take a nap with his mother who had to work all day yesterday. For some reason, every time any part of my family gathers over here, people end up in my bed.
Probably because it's the coziest bed in the world. It's Snuggle Central. I love that.
After they all left, I messed around and cleaned up the kitchen and swept a few floors and texted with a friend and did one load of laundry and finally got around to cutting out the dress I want to make for Maggie. And that is all I did today.
Besides chasing off a huge hawk who was trying to snatch a chicken. The roosters make a big racket when a hawk is around. Not only mine, but the roosters next door.
Predator birds are so cruelly beautiful, aren't they? This one must have had a wing span of three feet and his talons were immense. He'll be back. There is no doubt of that.
I am panicking a little bit. I mean, tomorrow is Keith Richard's birthday, which is a good thing, but it is also one week from Christmas and I am completely unprepared. So yes, of course I spent the weekend embroidering and yardworking and starting a new dress for Maggie. Every now and then it would occur to me that perhaps I should do some shopping. Like, put on real clothes, get in the car, drive to town and go to stores.
Well, the mere thought of such foolishness gave me the vapors and led me to thinking about washing down a few Ativan with a slug of vodka and when I feel like that, I choose to consider it to be a sign from god that I should not in any way participate in whatever was causing me to have those thoughts.
However, I suppose there will be no getting around it tomorrow.
I used to have a friend who came to see me once on Christmas Eve day. She told me that when she left my house she was going to go do all of her Christmas shopping.
"Where?" I asked her, as it was getting late.
"Oh, Walgreens," she said airily. "Is that wrong?"
No. It was not wrong. There are many, many fun and useful items at Walgreens which anyone would appreciate getting for Christmas. Who doesn't need a new digital thermometer? A knee or wrist brace? This season's palette of Maybelline eyeshadow? A one pound bag of snack-sized Almond Joys? A bottle of Eau de Almost-Smells-Like Chanel Number Five? Lightbulbs? A puppy calendar? A box of assorted-size Band-Aids? A huge bottle of Vitamin C? And nothing says I love you and am celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ Our Lord with you like incontinence products. Am I right?
Hell, they sell wine and clothing and Inspirational Christmas music at Walgreens! I imagine you could even get gift certificates for flu shots!
You think I kid.
I do not.
I have survived sixty-three Christmases in my lifetime and I will probably survive this one too.
What's the best Christmas present you ever got? I'd love to know. Share the joy, people.
After all, it's the most wonderful time of the year!
Love...Ms. Grinchy McGrinch Grinch Moon
Maggie! Owen actually smiling! That chair upon which Queen Magnolia sits! Also cracking up about Walgreens. You are the bee’s knees and I adore you.ReplyDelete
That chair is one I got at the Bad-Girls-Get-Saved-By-Jesus thrift store. For some bizarre reason, the feety legs are falling apart. How can wood fall apart? I do not know but its days are numbered.Delete
You are the QUEEN BEE and I adore YOU! Thank you for today. It was sort of magical.
It really was magical. So great to have a Sunday unmarred by stress. Also drove back to the beach tonight and a huge Santa wearing camouflage was in someone’s yard. Along with a giant Terrible America flag.Delete
I forgot all about evil Santa! Yay!ReplyDelete
I remember being tired like Lily. Kids and working is probably one of the most exhausting things I ever did. I hope she gets some naps in occasionally but my guess is she doesn’t.
I haven’t started any Christmas shopping at all. I work Christmas Day. Meh.
Girl- go the drugstore!Delete
I am so sorry that you have to work Christmas day. What a bummer.
Lily does get some naps but not nearly enough. Of course.
Evil Santa says Hello!
Evil Santa says hello? Dear god. I’m glad you are in Florida and pretty much as far away as Evil Santa can get from me and still be on the same continent. Saying hello is another phrase for I’m coming to kill you in your sleep.Delete
And the best gift I ever got was a Holly Hobbie oven. And also a fish tank. And then a book from my mom called Simple Abundance that she wrote in. Though I didn’t know it was the best gift until after she died.Delete
I@m sureI've had many amazing presents in my priviledged life, but the ones that stay with me are ones my mother sewed for me as a kid, which seemed magical in a sort of Laura Ingalls Wilder way back then - a hot water bottle cover knows as Moony Bear which I've just passed on to my son, nearly 40 years later, a duvet cover with Disneyesque woodland animals on a white background on one side and a soft green covered in tiny flowers on the other, which I wish I still had, and joy of joys, a red velvet dress with white trim which was the most magical thing I could have imagined. And I always got a pair of patent leather shoes for Christmas which were just amazing... I can still remember the smell. Plus a large Monchichi doll that was very beloved around the same time. I'm guessing you'll like this list :)ReplyDelete
I love that list! You know me so well, Jo. I do remember my mother making outfits for a bride doll that I got one Christmas. Bride dolls were really popular back in the late fifties. They were like the princesses of today, I suppose. Google "Bride dolls, vintage" and you will see many. A red velvet dress with white trim? Be still my heart. And white patent leather shoes...no gift will ever match up to those.Delete
I remember the Monchichi dolls. They were a bit strange. Not as strange as bride dolls, probably.
I also had forgotten about evil Santa! How is that even possible. I'm glad he's out of the closet and standing guard.ReplyDelete
He may have lost his lightbulb but he has not lost his power.Delete
The best gift ever was when i was 5 and my father made me a four piece wooden kitchen furniture set, refrigerator, sink, oven/range top, and cabinet with counter space. It beats the plastic ones you can get in the stores all hollow, and my kids played with it, and it is stored away for if i ever get grandchildren.ReplyDelete
What a beautiful, loving gift! I am so glad you still have it!Delete
you win for the best Christmas decorations! And those grandbabies! So gorgeous.XXOOReplyDelete
The best part of the decorations is that they take mere moments to set up or take down and can all be fitted into one medium sized bag.Delete
Isn't Magnolia a hoot?
If I decorated it would probably look somewhat like that. I don't do christmas. so there. I give the grandkids money, that's it. at this point that's all they want anyway.ReplyDelete
Dang Owen and Gibson just won't be happy with money. Well, Owen might be.Delete
I admire you, Ellen, so much, for ignoring what has become an insane holiday.
I love every single bit of this post. Bad Santa, Buddha in the manger, shopping at Walgreens (hell yeah!!) your cute grandkids. Maggie looks more and more like her brothers. The best gift? Hmmm...I remember getting a little toy kitchen one year from Santa that I loved. I think a tea set came with it. But nothing really stands out too much.ReplyDelete
Toy kitchens seem to be quite popular!Delete
The best gift I ever got was an easy bake oven that I received as a kid. Our dog needed surgery that year and our parents told us we could have a gift or the dog could have his surgery, they didn't have enough money for both. My brother and I picked the dog and we were both surprised to find gifts under the tree in the morning.ReplyDelete
Oh. That is just heart-warming. It's better than a Hallmark Christmas movie. Bless your parents.Delete
For a moment the cows in your nativity set looked like mermaid cows to me and as that absolutely and totally fine and as expected.ReplyDelete
I think a shopping spree at Walgreen's would be quite satisfactory, actually. As you point out, there's a wealth of stuff there!ReplyDelete
I love your creche-with-Buddha. And I know I've said this before, but Owen is getting so grown up!