The day we decided to take down Christmas, I ask My Sweet Husband to carry in the storage tubs from the garage.
I scooped the stockings off the mantle and carefully carried the angels to the table to be bubble- wrapped.
My Sweet Husband had not returned with one tub.
I dismantled the snowman display and gathered the nutcracker collection together.
Still, My Sweet Husband had not returned with one tub.
I unplugged the church and village scene. I wrapped baby Jesus, Mary & Joseph in tissue.
And still, My Sweet Husband had not returned with one tub.
Just as I was wrapping up the shepherds and wise men,
My Sweet Husband brought in the tubs !
All of them at one time !
Yep....you can move the guy to the city, but ya just can't take the country out of him !!