Christmas is in the air

On Saturday Scott pulled our Christmas tree out of the shed. Yes we have a fake tree. We both swore we would have nothing short of the real thing, but we broke down and bought a fake tree a few years ago. I've actually enjoyed it. You can have it up longer and not worry about watering it or it drying out. I do miss the smell of a real tree, but that is what candles are for, right?

Anyway, the tree has been sitting in its box on our back porch since Saturday. We have been busy since then and didn't get it set up yet. Yesterday afternoon it started to snow. The box quickly became covered with snow so we figured it was as good as anytime to bring it in and set it up. Especially since cub scouts and youth night at the church were canceled due to the bad roads and that meant Daddy would be staying home.

We still had to get all the decorations out of the shed so Scott and I bundled up and pulled on our boots and braved the cold, snow and wind to walk to our shed. It was so cold. While pulling boxes off of the shelf I was complaining commenting about how cold it was. He stopped with the boxes and in all seriousness says to me, "Do you think we could survive in here if we had to, in the cold?" He is funny like that. He points to my sleeping bag in one corner of the shed and we both looked above us to see a large roll of carpet in the rafters. I said "I guess we could roll up in the carpet if we had too, but since we don't HAVE to lets hurry and go back inside where it is actually WARM".

While walking back to the house I commented on how maybe we should move to Phoenix where it is warm. Like I said here, I don't mind the snow. If only it could be 70 degrees outside when it snowed. Or I could even go with 50 degrees outside. This below zero or single digit temps is just too much.