That has Gone Too Far!
62. 62?? Yes, 62.
That’s the latest count, of the nutcrackers that come out of the basement every year. They creep in the night, invading every corner of the house. We find them on bookshelves, on side-tables, on coffee tables. Windowsills, desks, and mantles are not immune to them- nothing is sacred to this monstrous horde of painted-wooden-glued-cloth-sequined army.
This year, we decided that resistance is futile. We can’t overcome them, we grew tired of fighting this losing battle for the decoration-space. So, we took a major leap- we invited them to come up.
Yes, the layout you see here, is the welcoming, with open arms and suitably covered 4×8′ sheet of plywood (yes, I have plywood hanging around for just such needs) of the squad.
We started a tradition lo these many years ago, of Santa arriving with a nutcracker. A different one each year, and then, of course, we had more kids. So, it was TWO per year; then THREE per year; and now, it’s FOUR. FOUR of them, expanding their strength, gaining in wisdom and wood-glue, just waiting to take over the bedrooms, too.
So, we moved a table, moved a chair and a lamp, and place the afore-mentioned plywood on a low stand. There, the generals can command the firefighters and policemen, the bakers, soldiers, candle-stick toting bread-basket carrying platoon, in all the glory of christmas-light-strings to show the path.
And, I can sleep better, knowing that on a 4×8 sheet of plywood, we have room for the next influx of nutcrackers.
Because, of course, we’re not sane enough to give up the nuts.