Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin flew away

It’s the first year we’ve spent Christmas at home for a while and we put the Christmas decorations up this week. I love Christmas and we seem to collect more and more Christmas ‘stuff’ each year. In fact we have ten huge plastic boxes in the cellar which poor Scifi hubby had to drag upstairs so I could rummage through them (you don’t make a nine months pregnant Scifi wife rummage in boxes in the cellar – at least if you want to stay alive that is).

20131219-135035.jpgI’ve never been someone who wants a perfectly matching set of decorations. Most of the decs are red, green and gold or Santa shaped but it’s never been a hard and fast rule. Which is just as well as what I hadn’t completely realised was how much Scifi hubby has been influencing our decoration purchases over recent years…

I think it started with the nativity scene. Years ago I insisted we had to have one and although Scifi hubby really isn’t into religion he compromised when we found a nativity scene made from Playmobil (more on this last year). A couple of statues from Nightmare Before Christmas appeared a few years ago as did a singing Grinch and Shrek and Donkey with Christmas hats. Somewhere along the lines we collected a full set of four inch tall Muppet toys (from McDonalds I think) which now go on the Christmas tree.

This year I got part way through putting the decorations and decided to go for a nap (I’m blaming Scifi baby). When I came back Scifi hubby had finished putting all the decorations up and the scale of the Scifi/movie/kitsch invasion became clear. Our Christmas tree may be the only one to include: Batman; Catwoman; two batmobiles one of which plays the Batman theme tune; Superman; Spider-Man; Darth Vader (in a Santa hat); Jabba the Hutt (on his plinth); King Kong; Dumbo; Peter, Stewie and Brian from Family Guy; a full set of Muppets; Shrek and Donkey; the Grinch; Playmobil Santa, angel and various people; Spongebob Square Pants and Patrick; Jack, Sally and the little henchmen Lock, Stock and Barrel from Nightmare Before Christmas; various Smurfs; German glass Christmas ornaments of Santa on a motorbike, Santa in a UFO, a fat cat, a fat fairy, a glittery hedgehog etc; and of course a Coca-Cola truck and polar bear. Oh and going round the bottom of the tree there’s a musical Santa Express steam train.

I think the theme has become Scifi Christmas kitsch. I suppose I should be glad we still have a normal angel on the top – although that could just be because he’s never found a suitable Poison Ivy figure.

Can you spot them all…

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Ten days with no Scifi hubby

Scifi hubby is on holiday for a couple of weeks without me so I’ve had a couple of weeks to contemplate what ice would be like without Scifi – I hasten to add I’m not dreaming about life without Scifi hubby, just wondering what it would be like if he wasn’t a scifi addict.

For ten days I haven’t:
Watched any Star Trek
Watched any Family Guy
Watched any American Dad
In fact I’ve watched no animation whatsoever ever!
I’ve not had to remember who wrote which Batman book
I’ve not had to try to remember which Batman Black and White statues we have, which a re due at the comic shop and which we still need to order
I’ve had no conversations about which comic hero you would ‘cliff, marry, or shag’
No one has sent art sketches I’ve needed to decide if I like enough for them to go on our wall
I’ve not bought hotwheels cars at the supermarket
Eaten any chips or baked beans (Scifi hubby’s staple diet)
Been to the comic shop

I have:
Eaten a lot of fish (scifi hubby hates fish)
Read a lot of books
Watched really rubbish murder mysteries on TV
Been for long walks
Sorted out the junk drawer in the kitchen.

Shh don’t tell Scifi hubby but crazily I rather miss it all. I was quite relieved when I got an email to say he’d bought a Jurassic Park dinosaur and then a huge pile of books arrived. Notice that I am a very well trained Scifi wife – the books are on a clean surface, on a teatowel and are now locked in his study where the cat can’t get to them.

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Roll on Wednesday when he, and the scifi madness, is home. I can’t wait.