Is your house on fire, Clark?

 

This is big.  Monumental, even.  I present to you the beginning of Kyle and Kourtney's First Christmas (as a married couple anyway). 

In case you didn't know, we have an insanely small apartment and way too many cute things to decorate with.  This makes spatial planning a huge priority in this year's holiday decorating.  As a result, you cannot swing the front door open too fast or you just might ruin Christmas for everyone.

Kyle was so excited to put up the tree that he woke me up from my cold-medicine-induced nap to tell me that he was so full of Christmas cheer he would just burst into a million pieces if we didn't decorate right that minute.  Ok, that's kind of a lie.  He did wake me up to decorate the tree but probably because he was bored and tired of being quiet, tip-toeing around the tiny apartment while I slept off the sicknes.  Kyle is pretty cheery and proved to be quite handy with the artificial tree, even if it is sitting just behind our front door.  And so what if it leans a bit at the top?

Kyle is my very own Clark Griswold.  Did you notice his special light display going on behind him?  Someday we will have a real house at least twice the size of our tiny apartment that Kyle can spend hours and hours decorating to his little Christmas heart's content.

What you see here is a visual interpretation of how I started off with lots of Christmas lights and then ran out after I had only finished the bottom section.  This is to explain the concentration of lights at the bottom which continues to nag at my perfectionism despite my best efforts to let it go.

Kyle may not be a mind-reader, but he thinks he can guess what I got him for Christmas.  FAT CHANCE!

After all the times I've told Kyle his fake fireplace is tacky, it finally has a purpose I can approve of.  Can you really hang stockings without a fireplace?  I don't even want to know. 

Merry Christmas, friends.