Finally, Bug and I hung the candy canes on the tree. In true Christmas pack-rat fashion, I really don't throw much away when it comes to decorations. If its not broke, I'll save it and use it next year. Consequently, our candy canes are about 12 years old, I think. Jock thinks this is hilarious, and plans to invite his friends over and offer them one. Then laugh hysterically at the faces they make over the stale candy.
I have to say, though, that I'm pleased with the finished product. After Bug went to bed, I sat there and just looked at my memories, lost in my own little world of Christmas Past. Jock came over and sat next to me, and said
Now THIS is Christmas, Mom.
So, yeah. Maybe he's not such a lost cause, after all.