My poor husband. I have been telling everyone since yesterday that he's a Grinch since he hasn't been in the Christmas spirit and hadn't brought down the Christmas tree. And I'm a put it up Thanksgiving day kind of girl, so you can imagine how impatient I've been with that kind of behavior! As in," I'm going to hit you in the back of the head with a shovel if you don't get in the Christmas spirit. I will make you have Christmas spirit whether you want to or not, so put on your big boy pants and bring down that damn tree." And last night, still no tree... but here's the joy for the season- just when I'm ready to go postal on him, just when I am complaining about this to my job search group ( and telling them I was going home to kick the Grinch), I come home to find the Christmas tree up! So the joy of a well placed threat always makes me smile :) and my husband knows just when he needs to prove me wrong. That is the gift of the magi right there, my friends! And I am reminded that I have a pretty good life with a husband who puts up with my crazy, is a good sport when I mock him and who ultimately responds to threats. So now, I don't have to kick him.