We put up the Christmas tree yesterday. We have a fake tree, since we never get to spend Christmas in our home anyway. We still make the pilgrimage somewhere else for Thanksgiving and Christmas, so having a dead tree drying out all alone feeds the paranoid fear that my house will burn down whenever I'm away. (Seriously, such is the fear that I will call home to hear the answering machine reassure me that my house is still standing. Freak.)
The Christmas decorating was fun, Big Whompers was "helpful" rather than bewildered, as she has been in past years. She also had her Christmas pagent this evening, much to my amusement. She is the youngest and smallest kid in her class, so they always place her front and center. This is a fantastic location for her, as she loves to be the center of attention. She was twirling during the preschool's song portion of the pagent; when people clapped after their poem she took a bow. She was audible in the back, such is her enthusiam for song; by some small miracle she can sing on key. Her pronunciation sometimes leaves something to be desired though - this afternoon she was singing something that sounded suspiciously like "O Positron, O Positron"