Living up to Uncle Butch

For those of you that don't know Uncle Butch, He isn't really my uncle but a first cousin once removed (wrap your heads around that!). Growing up Uncle Butch had the most AWESOME Christmas tree you could ever imagine. Seriously as soon as you stepped into the living room you were walking into a Winter wonderland with all his decorations. But the star of the show was the Christmas tree. It was the huge sparkling, don't-touch-the-ornaments-or-you-risk-your-life- centerpiece of the Holiday Magic. He trimmed it out perfect, he hung tinsel BY THE STRAND. There were glass ornaments as high and deep into the tree as the eye could see.

I really wish I had a picture of it to post (I'm sure I have one somewhere in an old photo album packed in the garage, but that really doesn't help me now does it?) But anyway...you get the point. Uncle Butch's Christmas tree was pure Christmas Magic.

The point of telling you about Uncle Butch and his tree? Not to fill your head with visions of sugar plums and beautiful tree images. It's because I also learned something else from Uncle Butch...

get drunk before you trim the tree.

Every year I fight with our tree. I have to do the lights 17 times. I trim too much branch off and Pooh Smirks at me. I am an Ornament Nazi..they have to be perfect. Well this year Mama thought of Uncle Butch, my Christmas tree idol. What does he do so differently? Ah the alcohol! A couple shots of Peach Tree Schnappes, a little Toby Christmas Music, a little wine, and away we go!

The lights only took 13 times this year, and for the record and I only moved about 20 of the kids ornaments...I even encouraged Rob to hang some!

Christmas Merry!