I Married Clark Griswold



Chris LOVES Christmas.  He’s like a little kid about everything–  Christmas music on the radio, buying presents, giving presents, the tree, decorating the house, making his Christmas list, planning the parties…  but most of all, the Christmas decorations outside.  Every year, our house looks like the house that Santa threw up on. 

It’s a traditions for him that began long ago.  For as long as I can remember he decorated outside for Christmas.  When we were in high school, he would spend all of Thanksgiving weekend outside decorating his parents’ house.  I remember driving by just to say hi to him while he worked outside getting it all done.

Once we had our own home, the tradition continued.  And this is the thing I’ve learned about him through all of this–  he is Clark Griswold–  he is truly insane about it.  He checks every bulb, he gets angry when certain things don’t work, he climbs to high scary places.  He thinks about the things he can make to better his display.  He is on the hunt for Christmas decorations all year–  because it matters THAT much to him.  He is Clark Griswold. 

This past weekend was decorating weekend.  It’s serious business.  It was about 10 degrees out, but that didn’t matter–  it’s decorating weekend, and that doesn’t change.  So we bundled up (especially me), we worked and worked… accidentally electrocuted ourselves and worked some more.  I stopped at 2 AM when I didn’t feel like my body could work anymore.  Chris came in around 4 AM.  His work is still unfinished with a few small adjustments left to make.  But decorating weekend is over for me.

It is official–  I married Clark Griswold and Santa has thrown up on my lawn.


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7 Responses to I Married Clark Griswold

  1. lgrainger125 says:

    The inside of our home is where “Santa threw up”! Yet it is a comfort to sit in the room lighted by the trees and candles on this snowy morning. I want to pare it down, but as my daughter and I put it all up she cites so many wonderful memories and people we love.

  2. I am smiling from ear to ear. I know just how your house looks without a picture! I hope the rest of your holiday is a bit different from the Griswolds!

  3. ccahill2013 says:

    I am smiling as I read this, just as so many others are! I laugh because you are so young and so now I am picturing a younger, 21st century version of Clark Griswold as your husband. So funny. So adorable.

  4. Dana Murphy says:

    I loved the line: It is decorating weekend, and that doesn’t change. That line conveyed the seriousness of the situation at the O. home.
    I love this. I married Ebenezer Scrooge.

  5. Leigh Anne says:

    This is so funny! I can’t believe you were out there that late! That is dedication. I would have given up a long time ago!

  6. Jaana says:

    I cannot imagine dedication that stays outside until 2 am to help with decorating! I guess it is true love!

  7. Crystal says:

    Just wow! 4am on the lights. But I have read a book until then. I guess we all have our obsessions. 🙂

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