December 10, 2004 - My husband, the Kringle

Well welly well, it's that time of year again, when the normally Grinchy husband's heart grows three sizes. For 11 months he hates the world, he grumbles, he grouses, he, well, let's face it, he grinches! Then, the air gets chilly, the eggnog lattes make their appearance in the coffee shops, and my young man's thoughts turn to trees and cider and Rankin/Bass movies. Our living room is dominated by a tree that, as they would say in a film noir detective story, "is bigger than the both of us, schweetheart!" The damned thing is at least 8 feet tall. He's been known to point at it and giggle like a little girl.
In other news, I won't be returning to school next semester due to some unfortunate misinformation from the staff in the accounts receivable department and from the Registrars office at the university. So, Mr. Kringle and I have decided to go ahead and make a baby for christmas.