This is it! The end. No more.
I have officially declared that my husband’s holiday scrooginess ends here and now. This will be our 9th Christmas together and every year I have tried to eke just a wee bit more holiday spirit out of the man but overall, his scrooginess has won out. My home has never looked like Christmas exploded all over the inside (which is the state I prefer things come December, thank you very much).
The Hubster views Christmas as a financial black hole specifically designed to empty his wallet and burden his soul. All the extra “work” of putting up lights, setting up trees, and staring a glittery things is far too much for his shriveled holiday heart to handle.
Last year when I hung a $2 wreath with a $1 dollar bow on front, the man sighed heavily, added that $3 to the COST OF CHRISTMAS tally and griped that we were just going to have to take it down in a month (did you roll your eyes? Because I did. I rolled them so hard it gave me a headache).
Yesterday in Lowes, he scowled at every tree and tried to talk me down to a 5 footer because they are $10 less. With each 5 foot tree that he pulled out, shook loose and glared at, my heart sank lower. After 10 minutes, fighting back tears, I said “these little trees are making me and the baby Jesus cry, I want a bigger tree.” The Hubster then decided that he could find a better deal and made faces while we bought new LED lights for the tree that we don’t yet have because he swears up and down they are cheaper and fuller and healthier and more Christmas-y elsewhere.
So this is it, I’m taking a stand.
I put up our infamous pink tinsel tree, pulled out the 6 foot fakey I got on 90% off clearance, started playing Christmas carols and purchased gluttonous quantities of cinnamon to make Cinnamon Applesauce Ornaments.
I’m going to jolly up this damn house if it kills him and you bet your ass I’m getting me a big ol’ real tree too. Within a week, it’s going to look like reindeer and elves barfed up joy in my house.
You crack me up! I hope hubby can allow a little Christmas spirit into his heart. Maybe you should ask the reindeer to leave a little something on his side of the bed for him hehehehehe.
I have a pink tree too! I haven’t put it up yet, though.
My husband use to be like that… he’s much better now. Besides, I don’t really give him a choice about it (and it helps now that we have a kid). I put up the decorations, I buy the decorations, I even take them down.
Of course the one thing he won’t let me do is listen to Christmas carols in the car when he’s in it… I’ll break him of it one day!!!
Thanks, I have now been singing “you’re a mean one Mr Grinch”, ALL afternoon. My dh was never quite as scroogy, but because he grew up as a Jehovah’s Witness, he just didn’t get Christmas. I am slightly insane about the holiday myself and have rubbed off on him it seems. Our house looks like Christmas EXPLODED in it!
Barfed Up Joy.
Can I please use that for the name of my next rock band?
Hang mistletoe over the bed, but don’t put out until he dresses as Santa… maybe THEN he’ll be jolly for you
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My husband is of the frugal sort but makes a giant exception when it comes to Christmas decorations. It does look like the damn holiday section of a department store around here, and he loves it that way. I’m sort of glad he pushes his over the top love for all things red, green, glittery and tinsel around here. You go, girl! You make that place look like the jolly-est damn house this side of the Arctic. I bet he’ll enjoy it, at least if only secretly, when it’s all said and done. Oh, and I LOVE cinnamon applesauce ornaments. Gotta make those with the kiddo.
I am totally weirded out by the ornament recipe.
And I hate to say this, but as much as I love xmas, I can’t bring myself to spend money or time on decorating either.