The other day, my wife and I were talking about how it doesn't seem like we know many people who get into Christmas.
My wife said, "I like that you like Christmas so much."
I said, "Mm hmm."
She said, "No. I mean it. If I had to tell someone all of the reasons I liked you, I would tell them that one of the reasons is that you like Christmas so much."
So I came home that night, while the house was quiet and asleep. I crawled into bed and put my arms around her. I put my mouth close to her ear and I whispered, "I don't mean to get you all turned on... but I listened to Christmas music in the car while I was driving to work AND on the way home."
Then she said, "I don't mean to get you all turned on... but I did my workout video tonight and now my body hurts all over."
I said, "Yeah, baby. That's doin' things for me."
Then we fell asleep.
The guy who owns the furniture company also owns some potato farms in Idaho, so every year my Christmas bonus includes a 50 pound box of potatos. Every year I say, "Alright, let's try really hard to eat all of these potatos before they go bad." And then we don't even finish half of them before they turn into plants. Needlesstosay, my wife is never impressed when I bring home the big case of spuds.
So tonight when I got home, I went in the room where she was sleeping. I kissed her on the forehead and said, "50 pounds of potatos, baby!" And then I crept out as quiet as I came in.