You Know You’re a Redneck If…
I think this means I’m officially a redneck.
Our door decoration started off as the highlight of the Christmas season. We found the cutest bear wreath you’ve ever seen: a green wreath with a little teddy bear in the middle, a stocking cap on his furry head and a little sled held in his mittened paws. Sigh. Adorable. I started leaving Hersey’s kisses in the bear’s Yuletide paws for The Boy to find when he got home.
Turns out the bear wreath, complete with his candy cane, was too cute to take down after Christmas. Look at him! We just couldn’t do it. So, we justified that it was still winter and he could stay up a little longer.
Until one 70+ degree day in mid-March when I came home to find The Boy had added to the decoration to make it more seasonally appropriate:
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Yeah, the bear’s in the closet now. Until December 21st.
