You can’t make me!

John wants me to take down the Christmas tree, like, yesterday. He hates having a tree up after Christmas, even if it is for a day. I don’t know why he has this hatred for post-Christmas decorations. But I LOVE my tree. I spend so much time and money making it pretty, and it only gets to be up for about a month as it is. I’m not one of those freaks that keeps their tree up until St. Patrick’s Day, but can’t I at least gaze at the sparkliness through New Year’s Day?  Is that so wrong?

What if I put away all other decorations, and just keep up the tree?  I already ate all the Christmas cookies, so no worries there. Speaking of my cookies, I made a massive amount this year.

Kind of pretty, right?  Cute, no?

Well, some of us were just not meant to be artists, and I think that includes me and John. Some of these poor gingerbread men looked like they’d been beaten on the head with candy canes. One in particular looked like he was spitting blood.

This “stocking” looks, well, awful. Some sort of elf barfed on it or something. I guess I got a little overwhelmed by all the sprinkles and frosting choices. I tend to add unnecessary “flourishes” to cookies that already look just fine. Case in point:

I don’t even know what the hell that is. A green star with pink sprinkles and blue… um… flair? But the uglies are as fun to eat as the pretty ones, and once they have been purged, the cookies can be assembled into pretty trays.

*sigh* I reeeeeally wish I still had some cookies around here. I could eat a truck-load.  Anyway, I really want to leave the tree up for a little while longer, but John will probably take it down while I sleep or something.  At least I was able to hit up the 50% off sale at Target yesterday and get more sparkle to look at, even if only for a few days…