He may need an intervention...

The Boy is a total Christmas junkie. 

Every store we hit we MUST check out the Christmas decorations.  I believe that he has the entire Target holiday section memorized at this point.  What's even more bizarre is yeah, he likes looking at toys, but he'd rather look at the decorations.  He has a particular fascination with those blow-up inflatable lawn doohickeys that are so popular these days.  I've never seen a three year old MALE get more excited over Christmas ornaments than this child. 

We have this small tree that sits atop our kitchen bar in a corner that we decorate for each holiday.  So the other day we were at the dollar store and sure enough, they make little tinfoil leaf garland just for Thanksgiving.  Up until now, it had been bedecked with Halloween garb, but I picked up the tinfoil leaf garland and a few red and gold Christmas balls (hey, they matched...and they don't sell Turkey ornaments, unfortunately) and figured we'd do a red-gold Thanksgiving tree.  Wanting to be fair, I explained to Jonathan that when his sister got home from school, we would decorate the tree.  That, however, didn't stop him from asking me every 15 minutes if we could decorate it.  Then, when she got home and we had to do the little poop/heartworm extravaganza that I posted about, he surprised me with a brief moratorium on the begging.  But, no sooner had we gotten in the door and gotten settled, he was at it again.  By then it was time for me to head to work, so Daddy had to field his incessant requests.  He's relentless.

I honestly shouldn't be too suprised, given the apple generally never falls too far from the tree, and his father is a bona-fide Christmas fanatic as well.  He's one of those types that require that NO presents can be opened until Christmas morning, with the exception of the annual Christmas Eve PJ's that we exchange as a family.  He's a total stickler on this rule.  Me?  I'm with the "hell, don't even bother to wrap it, just hand it over" type.  I like Christmas and all, I'm just not a stickler for the rules.  Plus I have no patience whatsoever.  I'm ready to open Christmas presents on, like, December 3rd. 

So today we're out and about and I end up getting a small 4 ft. artificial tree to use as a prop, much to Jon's delight.  Within 30 minutes of arriving home, we had it assembled and decorated, if only to avoid hearing "Mom, can we decorate the Cwishmush twee, pwease?" 6,000 times.  So now we have, in addition to the schnazzy Thanksgiving tree in the kitchen, a small 4-ft tree atop one of the end tables in the living room.  Jon is totally delighted.

One day, he's going to make Clark Griswold look like Scrooge.  You wait and see.