So you remember Last Christmas when Ryan and I and our dutiful/delightful friends dressed up and pranced around downtown Chicago? Yeah so that was like the best day ever. And something that I have decided is pretty much going to be a standing holiday tradition in our home.
(We have not yet set the date for this year but it'll probably be as early in December as we can manage as I will very literally be nine months pregnant this time around. I invite all of you to join us. I can not speak highly enough of the experience.)
But anyway, you're probably wondering why I'm bringing this up so very early. The thing is, as I discovered last year, costumes of all varieties can become difficult to find/order starting in October. Which is why OJ's gingerbread man costume was a bit squeezy and why my Mrs. Claus costume ended up being one that proffered an alarming amount of décolletage. Usually I am more more circumspect.
And being this year that I will be much more circular, I figured I'd better get the ordering of costumes done bright and early.
Because, yeah, I happened to try on the Mrs. Claus outfit yesterday (not just because I wanted to wear it to bake cookies....) and it already just barely fit over my burgeoning belly. I would just get myself a different lady Claus costume and call it a day but the Mr & Mrs costumes are a set so I figured I'd just let someone else don the dress and let myself slip on something a little more comfortable. I have already decided I will definitely not be an elf because elves are the assistants to Santa and if I'm escaping being Ryan's wife for one day I am certainly not doing it for that sort of demotion.
Here are the options remaining:
It appears I would not have to wear normal shoes. And after going shoe shopping recently, I figure if I am already a size "whatever the widest size you stock is" now then chances are I'll be a "just bring me the shoebox" by Christmas.
I would not have to do my hair. And if someone saw it by accident and it looked rather bushy. Well then that would be nothing but fitting.
If I stand very still there is always a chance people might mistake me for a real Christmas tree and place presents at my feet. And I've always wanted to be adored in that manner. Maybe they'd even sing me a song.
UPDATE: Since a number of people have brought up some very good reasons for not wanting to wear a full-on headed costume I have found alternatives for the Snowman and the Polar Bear.