We have a couple of other traditions in our family that have evolved from some crazy experiences that have happened around the holiday. One is known as "The Christmas Squirrel".
Daren and I had been married just a couple of years and we were living in Michigan in our first house. We had decorated for Christmas and every day that I came home from work I would notice a few of the ornaments from around the tree on the floor. I would scold our dog, Baxter and move on to the next thing. But it was happening like every day.
One Friday night we had a large progressive supper that we participated in with our church. I had left overs the next day. We were both having a lazy Saturday and I plugged the leftovers in the crockpot and turned it on low and we were snacking on them through out the day as we wrapped presents and did various things to prepare for Christmas. At one point we needed to leave to run some errands. We put Baxter in the bathroom and unplugged the crock pot and left. When we got back we let Baxter out and then went about our business. A little while later I noticed that some of the food that had been in the crockpot was on the other side of the kitchen counter and some of the sauce was smeared across the counter. I scolded Baxter and showed Daren. He also scolded Baxter. But after some reflection he came to me and said "You know - I don't think that was Baxter." Of course it was Baxter - how could it not be. "Well, if it was Baxter there would be nothing left - he would have ate it all and licked up all the sauce." You're right. "I have a feeling that happened while we were gone and we just didn't see it. And I think it's a mouse." Seriously? A mouse. I am not having it - you have to get rid of it.
Well later that night we had yet another Christmas party to go to. When we were done it was quite late - around 2am but we stopped at the local Meijer (think Super WalMart) to pick up some mouse traps. I gave very specific instructions that Daren was to take care of the situation and I wanted to know when it was taken care of, but I did not under any circumstances want to see any of the evidence that said mouse had been taken care of.
So when we got home I went back to the bedroom to get ready for bed while Daren went about setting the traps around the house. Suddenly I heard all sorts of chaos in the kitchen. Daren was running and jumping and laughing. Before I could come out to see what was going around he came bounding down the hall with Baxter - threw him in the room with me and said "Whatever you do - don't let him out." WHAT?
Apparently, Daren had gone to put a mouse trap behind a radio in our kitchen and when he pulled the radio out from the wall there was a little tail wagging at him. But it wasn't a mouse tail ... it was a squirrel tail. So Daren was chasing this squirrel all over the house trying to catch it. At one point he lost it so he came back to the bedroom and said "Let Baxter out - maybe he can find him." Before he even finished the sentence Baxter had found the squirrel and was chasing it around the house - his nose just inches behind the squirrels tail. They were tearing through the house at an amazing pace. Finally the squirrel jumped into the Christmas tree. It was literally like the scene out of the Chevy Chase movie "Christmas Vacation". The squirrel was scared to death - was making crazy sounds - the tree was shaking - and Baxter was just inches from the tree - barking and growling and generally going crazy.
Daren eventually caught the squirrel in a box and let it outside. But every Christmas since then we have made it tradition to put a squirrel in the Christmas tree. I found a small stuffed squirrel the next year and when we went to put our tree up we turned to Baxter and said "Where's the squirrel?" and darn it if that dog didn't go straight to the tree and start sniffing and growling. So every Christmas we make a spectacle out of putting the squirrel in the tree while we are decorating it.
The first Christmas after Baxter was gone it was so bittersweet to bring the Squirrel out and put it in the tree. It brought tears to our eyes to remember our dear sweet baby on the other side of the rainbow bridge. But now we have two more precious doggies in our lives. And wouldn't you know that they think the squirrel lives in the tree too?
Here is the squirrel and where it is living this year:
And this year we have started what we hope will be a long standing tradition in our neighborhood.
All of us in our neighborhood LOVE the Christmas movie Elf (starring Will Ferrell). So a bunch of us in the neighborhood decided to have an Elf party this year. One of the neighbors managed to get Elf hats for everyone. We had spaghetti - complete with syrup - and we watched the movie together while partaking in the 4 major Elf Food Groups (candy, candy canes, candy corn, and syrup) and some fantastic dessert. At the point in the movie where Buddy the Elf lets out an epic burp, we paused the movie so that we could have our own burping contest. And can I just tell you - the moms represent!
So what are some of your Christmas traditions?
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