The 50th Anniversary of A Charlie Brown Christmas is playing tonight.
This is my story of a Charlie Brown Christmas that happened to my family growing up.
Every year, my father would take my sister and two brothers out to buy a christmas tree. We would go to the same lot every year and spend hours looking for the “best” tree. So, one year after at least four hours (time seems so much longer when you are young, so maybe an hour at most) My younger brother Bill was off looking by himself. We finally found it! The best tree! Well, Bill comes up dragging this scrawny unloved tree. The Christmas tree salesman said if we bought the big tree he would throw in the other tree for free.
We took both trees home and put the big tree up in the living room and the other tree in the den. The one in the den we decorated with all of our homemade kid ornaments and I would string popcorn for it. It honestly was beautiful.
It then became a family tradition. Our Charlie Brown Christmas!
Coop had a crazy photo shoot.
This is my Great Grandmother, my Grandmother and my Father at the Shore.
The Beltline revisited…We started right up from The Old Fourth Ward…. We walked to Krog Street and then back and past Kevin Rathbun’s Restaurant. Oh before that we went past IceBox Company, they print t-shirts and jackets etc. really very cool. It says so on their sign.
Then this really cool graffiti, I love it!
It is a fun walk, nice people watching, cute pups, skateboarders, and graffiti.
I do not recommend this for a Staycation…
Last night around 6:00, there was a huge crash in my living room. My ceiling caved in and a big ole possum darted into my dining room. I grabbed Coop and threw him in my bedroom. I opened the french doors off of the dining room. I coxed him into the next corner. He was sitting on the heating grate, so, I turned up the heat. I got my vacuum out and turned it on.
Here’s the hole the possum dropped into my living room.
I was throwing things out the back door to show him it was open. I threw out Halloween candy, little Nestle Crunch bars, a lemon ( have no idea why) a candle (again do not know why). Finally after an hour and a half, I had the vacuum going, my blow dryer in one hand and a broom in the other, it was about 80 degrees, he finally ran out! Whew. Here’s the poor little thing.
I really did feel sorry for him, but, really wanted him out. I was singing “I will survive” I think that is what pushed him over the edge.
Again, I do not recommend this as a staycation.