Kind of out of nowhere, Isaac said, "I know it's too late to ask Santa for stacking dolls. I didn't even know about stacking dolls when I wrote my letter to Santa." I believe he is talking about Russian Nesting Dolls or "Matroyshka". We saw some laid out on tables on the streets in NYC, but I just mentioned them and we didn't look at them closely or anything, so this request was a surprise to me.
As I am beholden to accomplish every new thing the kids seem interested in, we researched a bunch on the internet, called every Russian restaurant and church in the valley to get suggestions, and looked at every collectible and thrift store to find these. Isaac's tastes are very specific, as in, he really only likes the antique, museum-quality sets. We didn't find any Matroyshka at Mt. Olympus Clock Shop, but there are really cool cuckoo clocks and lots of smokers. I told the kids that we have two Santa smokers at home, so we bought a package of little incense cones. We set up one of the Santas with incense, and I was surprised at how smoky he was. The kids thought it was kind of cool, and Jovie said, "I want to huff the smoke from the little Santa." So then I thought I should have a Just Say No discussion and wondered why I decided to have Santa smoke in the house. I explained that this Santa was just a model so he didn't have lungs to ruin with real smoking, and tons of other feeble justifications. So our Santa probably won't smoke any more.
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I decorated the little "tree" with tiny candy canes that I naievely unwrapped. As it is very humid with all the snow and such, the little candy canes dripped their sticky red color everywhere, then fell in the pools of sticky red as broken little white bones. It looks gross. I need to clean it up.
I have a lot to learn about Christmas decorations.
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