Lynn's Holiday Slaves...Oops, I Mean "Elves"

Anyone who has ever been to my parents house at Christmastime knows how much my mom loves Christmas decorations. Every year my mom reenacts that rowing scene from Ben Hur as she plays slave driver and coaxes her husband, children and grandchildren into pulling down all 35 boxes of holiday decor from the attic, garage, the "bear cave" under their bed, her closet, and various other nooks and crannies... where they have been sitting, and growing exponentially like an Amish Friendship Bread recipe for the past 11 months.

The finished result is a beautiful winter wonderland...that Christmas threw up on.

Mom, your holiday helpers are waiting anxiously,
Let's take a look at this year's holiday "suckers"....

Check it out by clicking the link below.

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9624866126

Merry Christmas, Mom! I am fully prepared to hang all 23 stockings on the staircase (using the laser level as always), assemble and decorate all 7 Christmas trees, "plant" the 52 poinsettia stems in the yard, wash 6 bags of fresh cranberries and fill all 12 floating candle towers (and change the water in them every 5 days), remove all the books from the bookcases, box them and put up the holly garland and stained glass votive luminaries , go on a pointless search for the Victorian Paper Doll ornaments, get 40 paper cuts, 22 puncture wounds from broken ornament hooks, cling to a ladder for my life as I lift enormous fake presents up onto that ledge thing, wire 9 garlands together and wrap them up the staircase (yes I'll use a tape measure this time, so the bows are distributed evenly), and put up the zillion piece village above the TV. I will do all of this for you, Mom...because there is no place like your place to spend Christmas. All I ask for in return is a dirty old baby-poop green box with my name on it to be placed under the tree Christmas morning. Meg the Holiday Slave....I mean Elf is at your service!