Each year I would drag all the shit out of the crawl space under the stairs in / from the furnace room....
3 rubber maid bins....
Full of 20 years worth of christmas supplies...
With the toronto parade today and the aurora local parade, next weekend , its time.... like every other year to pull stuff out....
And
put lights up around the house,
lord knows the stephenson house has there shit up already...damn stephenson house looks like a canadian tire commercial..
Anyway.....
I would yell at hilton to get dressed, through some snow pants on and let's check all the lights, get the ladder, find a hat its cold...
Cause it the most wonderful time of the YEAR.. ( You can sing that if you want)
My story is really touching ,
Hilton hated putting up the lights,
Oh ya ... Just hated it
each year I would force him to help me..... FORCE.....and he hated every minute...
All the way he hated it, ..... up to coming inside,
And then his mood changed.......
Once in awarm house with a hige fire burning, you could smell the wood outside.... And when you came inside the warm dry air and the snap and pop of a crisp fire...
Kellie making tomato soup, baloney sandwiches. And premium plus cracker crushed into our soup while sitting in front of a fire... And then eating chocolate chip cookies .....
Yummy
Hilton and I would polish off 3 litres if milk on our own... At dinner and cookies after.......
And of course we would top up our milk getting ready for the after dinner, dip the cookie...... ( We all do it, we just don't tell anyone)
He would talk my ear off...
About everything, most of all - when will we be going snowboarding? What new equipment he wanted!!, and where we are going to go...
, and his favourite complaint: how "easy" georg has it .. Compared to him...
He had it so rough....
Sigh......
Even the things he hated
I miss......
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