December 12th, 2010 at 5:17PM
Anna doesn’t really care much for The Holidays. Unlike me, she’s not much for 18-foot trees with ornaments, she can only bear listening to Frosty the Snowman four (4) times per year without breaking dinner plates in protest, and she’s not so much into the Santa-Claus-drenched-in-Coca-Cola-red thing we Americans do so well. For weeks, she’s been saying practical things to me like, you know, maybe next year we’ll have enough room to have a proper Christmas tree. And that also, really, there’s no reason to get one when we’ll be traveling to mom’s anyway, Jason. It’s all kind of a waste of space and effort at the moment, right, Sweetheart? …..And I haven’t made a fuss or complained at all about it, because it all of course makes tons of sense….even if it made me a little sad for our first Christmas together to be a little, well, bare-bones. Which is why I bawled for half an hour straight when, after a couple of weeks of her secreting around behind my back, Anna surprised me with the tree you see here: fully decorated with lights, a bevy of ornaments, and stacks of magazines in place of the gifts we haven’t yet wrapped. She even handed me three final, special ornaments for me to add, played Frank Sinatra’s Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas in the background, and uncorked a bottle of wine to share. Just because she knows I love this stuff. And in spite of the fact that it’s not necessarily her thing. This tiny French girl understands my heart far more than I often give her credit, and OKAY FINE I admit it. (And OKAY FINE I love you, Anna.)

Anna doesn’t really care much for The Holidays.

Unlike me, she’s not much for 18-foot trees with ornaments, she can only bear listening to Frosty the Snowman four (4) times per year without breaking dinner plates in protest, and she’s not so much into the Santa-Claus-drenched-in-Coca-Cola-red thing we Americans do so well.

For weeks, she’s been saying practical things to me like, you know, maybe next year we’ll have enough room to have a proper Christmas tree. And that also, really, there’s no reason to get one when we’ll be traveling to mom’s anyway, Jason. It’s all kind of a waste of space and effort at the moment, right, Sweetheart? …..And I haven’t made a fuss or complained at all about it, because it all of course makes tons of sense….even if it made me a little sad for our first Christmas together to be a little, well, bare-bones.

Which is why I bawled for half an hour straight when, after a couple of weeks of her secreting around behind my back, Anna surprised me with the tree you see here: fully decorated with lights, a bevy of ornaments, and stacks of magazines in place of the gifts we haven’t yet wrapped. She even handed me three final, special ornaments for me to add, played Frank Sinatra’s Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas in the background, and uncorked a bottle of wine to share. Just because she knows I love this stuff. And in spite of the fact that it’s not necessarily her thing.

This tiny French girl understands my heart far more than I often give her credit, and OKAY FINE I admit it. (And OKAY FINE I love you, Anna.)

  1. leannemichelle reblogged this from jasonpermenter and added:
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  2. cocktailstraw said: That is L-O-V-E.
  3. erinmargrethe said: She’s a better woman than me. If Ross wants a gotdamn tree he’s going to have to get it himself. These 4 years away from the American Perpetual Xmas Machine have been the best of my life. I’m a huge Grinch, and ah looove eet!
  4. gatsbylives said: So. Awesome. Well played, Anna!!!!!
  5. sheffus reblogged this from jasonpermenter and added:
    this year. Lucky You!
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