The wife does. Christmas is her favorite time of year. Every year I have to bring down the five bins of decorations. The tree. The christmas balls. Misteltoe. Holly. The manger. Seven Santa Clauses. Not the cheap plastic ones with the red suit. European ones in the old german style with mink coats and all kinds of archaic dodads. I expect the fucking Grimm guy to show up to kill them or something.
We stopped doing the outside the last three years because we are so busy in the store. But this year we decided to just put some simple wreaths with one strand of lights. Minialist.
But it is still a pain in my
But the wife is very happy.
