My Christmas Lie

I would like to begin by justiclarifying: it was for the children.  


Here’s what happened:

Like most of the country, the Pacific Northwest suffered a fair amount of bad weather.  Enough to justify late starts and school closures.  Country folk don’t just run to the store on a whim in bad conditions.

Whether or not school would be open for the class party were questionable.  Either way; it quickly became the “day before last day of school holiday party material rush”. Luckily, road conditions were fine.

Easy list: plain cards, stick-on gems and different colored paint samples for 50 students. (Pinterest:

Dollar Fillintheblank, here we come!

Said everyone. 😶

No plain envelopes. Only red and green sticky gems left, but that works!

Found a great holiday sticker packet with 24 snowman gems!  After 20 minutes of searching, I finally ask the checkout clerk while ringing up.

After a perfunctory glance at the product and myself, the answer?  “Sorry.”

Naturally.scrollsIt’s okay, the next one-stop shop will have cards and paint samples! With Hubby’s uncanny skill of getting a parking spot up front,  we ran in with a list and a mission.

Like everyone else.  😑

Utilizing my ninja skills, we navigate the growing crowds to hardware.  Within 10 minutes, a fat stack of sample cards rested in my hands.


Mental Math: If you have 50 students each making 1 card with 4 -5 trees; how many paint samples will you need to make the trees?  Depends on how many trees you can get on 1 paint sample!

Hubby lost an aisle away and my bladder crying for mercy after a 22 oz DP; I put the samples in our almost empty cart. Parking it to the side, I ninja to the bathroom.

On my way back to hardware, I venture through stationary for the plain cards.  No. Plain. Cards. Seriously??

Time is ticking, so I head back to Hubby and the cart. Returning to find two employees putting the samples back!!

“Nooo!!!”, I cry from 20′ away.  I glimpse Hubby: head down and casually walking away, his face turning white in mortification.

No plain cards = making cards at home.


After cutting trees out of paint samples.  

Holding the nearly 3/4” high stack of samples, the senior employee replies, “Ma’am, we usually don’t allow this amount of samples per customer. Why would you need them all?”

And here it comes.

My Christmas spirit bows under the pressure and I frantically reply, “Because you need one for each wall, of course! Colors change depending on the amount of light and I have a whole house to do!!”

It was a Hail Mary, we-are-on-a-roll-and-you-are-in-my-way move.

Holding my breath while his mental wheels turned in disbelief; I smile graciously while he decides if this is the battle to win today.  Phew!


Everything. Is. Done.

My awesomesauce Hubby folded cards until 11:30, bless him!

I crawl into bed close to 1 a.m.

Aaaand, school is cancelled.

Merry Christmas, everyone! Be gracious, grateful, and giving.  That’s the real spirit of Christmas.



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