Dust Off the Boxes

It must have been about eight o’clock. Oxbear had left for his bi-weekly Saturday morning buddy get together in South City. And I had the boys at home to start dragging out the Christmas decorations. Knowing his mom’s propensity to procrastinate when it comes to holidays of any kind, Puck took initiative and left for the basement to dig out the boxes.

A little while later while I was paying bills in the other room, I heard the two of them working through “The Twelve Days of Christmas” nesting boxes. While they stacked, Puck serenaded his little brother:

“We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year.”

Over and over and over. Each verse his accent became a little more unusual than the last.

Meanwhile, Yali counted the boxes on the tower as it rose:

“One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six!”

A few hours later, Oxbear returned with a truckful of real live Christmas tree, blue outdoor Christmas lights, and a new mailbox. Moving up in the world.