Apparently Drew thinks modern-day Hot Wheels and cars should be part of the Nativity. Every time I turn around, a car is en route giving a ride to Baby Jesus, either to or fro the manger.
A Gangsta and United States Christmas
Putting out my Christmas village has been on and off over the past few years. It isn't a part of my Christmas decor that I especially love, which is funny considering it represents the time period I dream about every Christmas season. Either way, I decided this year to put it out. It hadn't been out even minutes, before cars were being driven through the village. I'm not quite sure what bothered me more, the fact Drew couldn't appreciate the quaintness of the scene without modern day vehicles, or the fact he chose a gangster looking lo-rider truck to crash the tranquility.
Between the gangster truck and the "Statue of the United States" dialogue, my village isn't exactly what I had in mind when choosing to set it out this year.
Luke saw this dog cover at the local tack and feed store that he thinks will help Lily (the goat) stay warm this winter. Luke is concerned Lily isn't as big as Hank was as a baby last year, and doesn't want her "to get wet and cold because her hair isn't growing very fast." Luke is quite frugal and thoughtful with his money, and decided to enlist the donations of his siblings towards a coat for his goat. Although typically, not one to like girlish things, Luke felt setting his sights on the zebra-print coat would entice Megan to "want to pay at least half for it." Luke requested I take a photo of it, so he could take it home to aid in his donation solicitations. Megan's nice and all, but is pretty conservative with her own money and paying half for a coat for a goat didn't quite fit into her Christmas budget as Luke had hoped.
Somehow those darn animals endear themselves to me (or maybe it's Luke's love for them that is so endearing), and I hate the thought that any day now there will likely be a wrapped present under my Christmas tree addressed to Lily (a goat!!!) from ME!! Then I'll feel bad there's nothing for Hank, and before I know it, presents for the animals will have come from MY Christmas budget. As if presents for five kids aren't enough.
As always, Christmas or not, life goes on around here.