I came home from a weekend of teaching storytelling and found the house decorated for Christmas.
Beautiful. Right?
And other than the Christmas tree, everything was done by Elysha and the kids.
She’s come a long way.
Back in 2003, my Jewish wife celebrated her first Christmas with me after moving in together. She chose the Christmas tree that year, which came to be known as “The Wild One.”
I can’t be certain, but I think it was about seven feet wide and three feet tall. It was ridiculous, hilarious, and unforgettable.
But Elysha was only one year old in Christmas years, so who could blame her? She didn’t know.
Today she’s 19 years old in Christmas years and has clearly learned a thing or two over the course of many holiday seasons. She may be Jewish, but she can really decorate the hell out of Christmas, too.
