I didn’t know it when I married him, but Zach is a total Grinch when it comes to certain aspects of Christmas.
Take, for example, decorating the Christmas tree. Tree decorating is a near sacred ritual in my family. Each person receives an ornament every year that represents something we’ve done or a place we’ve gone. We gather around with eggnog, peppermint cookies, and the Kurt Bestor Christmas album and line all our ornaments up by year and put them on the tree in order as we tell the story behind them. Warm fuzzies abound.
I thought it was huge treat when I told Zach that we could decorate the Christmas tree a few weeks ago. His response was that I could decorate if I wanted, but he was going to study. “Oh, and by the way I’m sorry but I drank the eggnog and cookies are probably just unnecessary calories.”
Little girl heart full of Christmas joy and happy memories = BROKEN.
Zach: Just so you know, I went out and bought more eggnog.
Turns out Zach doesn’t like Christmas shopping, reenacting nativities, or chocolate dipping. According to him, putting up decorations is only half a step up from doing the dishes. Talk about a heart being three sizes too small.
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