For those who read A Pain in the Neck, you will understand there is no possible way to take five prescriptions without there being some side effects. Mine include heart burn, nausea, blurred vision, slurred speech, hallucinations, drowsiness, and a sudden desire to be crafty. As in MAKE CRAFTS.
It all began when Derek arrived home on Tuesday from Mizzou. I knew he was home because he’d parked the car in the driveway which makes it impossible for me to drive UP the driveway and pull into the garage. Austin arrived Wednesday and parked where he is supposed to park. In front.
Anyway, once the boys are here, the world revolves around football. Wait, I take that back. Whether the boys are here or not, the world revolves around football. College football.
Despite the drug cocktail, I knew I was licked. As I tossed back half a Valium with a glass of Chardonnay, I had a brilliant idea. It normally takes a wild pack of dogs to get the boys to bring the trusty artificial tree out of the garage and set it up. This time, I would motivate them in a way they’d never expect.
“Guess what we’re going to do this year with the Christmas tree?” I asked the three statues in the den whose eyes were focused on THREE television screens that were maniacally playing marching band music while inane announcers solemnly intoned, “They’re really going to have to come out in this next half and take control of the ball or they’re going to lose this game.”
Obviously riveted by this insightful commentary, I had to try the dazed trio again. With enthusiastic holiday cheer I did not feel I enthused, “You’ll never guess!”
Sigh. “We’re going to forget all about those precious, handmade Christmas ornaments my late grandmother made from SCRATCH and INSTEAD have a football themed Christmas tree.”
Mizzou, Baylor – all the schools that accepted my sometimes under-achieving yet personable men (including Robert’s TCU) would be represented. Alabama would also be included by default as it is “grandfathered” in.
NOW I had their attention. For about 30 seconds.
“Is this a trick?”
Indeed. How I would carry this off was anybody’s guess, but when you’re a painkiller into the day, the details just tend to take care of themselves. First, the color theme. We needed to incorporate black and gold, green and gold, deep red and white, and purple and white? Or black? Whatever.
I didn’t even have to Google or Pinterest to know I would have trouble with the black Christmas ornaments. I did the only thing that made sense. I left the house the next morning before the boys were awake and made my way to Michaels.
I still had no plan. Michaels is no place to be without a plan. I headed for the Christmas ornaments, elbowed an adorable gay couple out of my way, and found packages of eight for 50% off. (50% off ornaments, not gays.) I quickly scooped up red, purple, white, green and opted to pick up a couple of packages of clear ornaments as well. In order to destroy the clear glass, I grabbed a can of glossy black spray paint and a nifty glitter spray called “twilight.” A few glitter pens of gold, silver, white, platinum, black and handsful of red, silver and gold letter stickers signaled the end of the shopping trip – until I spotted thick wire-edged ribbon in red, gold and purple. Because you just never know.
I returned home and spread my bounty on the dining room table. Then, I strung the clear glass ball ornaments in the garage and began to spray paint like there was no tomorrow. (And before Robert could come out and tell me I was doing it wrong/and or was going to blow myself up.)
Back at the dining table, a Christmas miracle happened. Derek and Austin pulled up chairs and began “crafting” right along with me. It took us HOURS, and some creative slogans, but I can honestly say it was one of the most enjoyable times I’ve spent with them in ages. The best part about it was we weren’t really DOING anything. There was no TV. Derek played some Christmas music, and we just CHATTED. Truly, I thought they’d drift in and out as I did the work, but they were right there the whole way. We laughed, we encouraged each other, we helped each other spell challenging words like “Missouri.”
Who’d have thought I’d be hosting a Christmas ornament decoration committee with my 20+-year-old boys? For proof, lest it actually be one of those hallucinations mentioned earlier, I have evidence.
Christmas miracle number two? By the time I got home from errands this morning, the tree was up and lit. The three TVs were still in place – or out of place – but every miracle comes with a price.
I have no idea how the tree will actually look, but it doesn’t matter, because it’s our first tree to make as a family. I’m just sorry it was overdue. I’ll post pictures when complete. In the meantime…
Update: I was pleased to see the boys insisted on adding some of Grandma’s old ornaments. I guess those little felt and sequined ornaments remind them of their childhoods as well.
Now, if we can only find a Heisman Trophy replica to place on top of the tree, we can all burn in hell together.
6 thoughts on “HOLIDAY SIDE EFFECTS”
Ok. So I’m a bit behind on my reading, but this is a true Christmas story. I loved it!
Thanks, Loopy! A Christmas miracle, indeed.
Wow, what a brilliant idea, and the decorations look SO professional! You could easily start a profitable business with those, I’m sure! I’ve never heard of painkillers being such a creative stimulant.
A new career to fall back on! Thanks for the compliment!
Well, this has pleased me beyond belief. Though I do worry about the drugs I am so happy they put the tree up for you. You must Think you are dreaming. I, am looking forward to tomorrow and hope your young men can come. I’ll go to church and expect you around 1:00 for bloody Mary’s. Goodnight. Sent from my iPhone
Will see you then! Gobble gobble!