The Great Ornament Debate

So I joined Kate's ornament party on Tuesday and it was so much fun to share some of my favorite ornaments with you all. I'm linking to Rhoda's "Home for the Holiday's" party this morning.

Today, I will be sharing an ornament with you that has caused a great deal of controversy in the T household.

When T and I were married a little over 8 years ago, his mother was kind enough to gift us with a Tupperware bin of ornaments that belonged to T.

T had several elderly relatives who gifted he and his siblings with an ornament each Christmas. I'm sure that as a child, T would have appreciated a new He-Man action figure more than a silver-plated choo-choo train ornament.

As his new wife, that year I greatly appreciated having a whole tupperware box of beautiful gold and silver ornaments like this one for our first tree:

Until I got to the bottom of the box and found this:

Yeah, that's right. A crocheted Big Bird head as big as the palm of my hand. Highly visible from anywhere in the front of the tree. With giant googly eyes that follow you around the living room like some sort of strung-out Mona Lisa.

T could care less about anything I put on the tree. In fact, he makes sure to take a lazy and indifferent casual approach to Christmas decorating. Pregnant or not, every year for 7 years, I brave the rickety attic stairs and lug boxes and boxes of decorations down to the first floor of our home. This year was the first year T did that for me...I think he sensed a blog post with his name in it coming on.

Anyways, he makes a studied attempt to ignore me as I string lights on the tree, muttering to myself. He looks around me to see Monday Night Football as I gingerly hang some of our my cherished ornaments on the tree. He does his best to ignore the festivities...

Until he notices that the Big Bird head is conspicuously absent.

"Hey! Where's my Big Bird ornament?" he demands indignantly.

"Um, I don't know." I reply, studiously averting my gaze from the storage box in which I buried BB beneath some old tissue paper.

You see, BB is (unfortunately) T's most favorite ornament and the only ornament he is even remotely interested in.

BB is always found and triumphantly waved over T's head like a banner of Christmas hideousness while I cringe and plot its demise.

Then the Great Ornament Debate begins.

T always argues that BB deserves a place of honor front and center.

I am of the opinion that as I am the one who does all the decorating, gift buying, gift making, baking, and general holiday merriment-making, I should get to decide where BB will spend December...the back of the tree, near the bottom, where a small child or dog might be tempted to carry him off.

One year, T and I spent each day on secret missions to covertly move BB to various locations on the tree. I came home from work to find that T had wired BB to a branch near the top of the tree.

No matter...I found a pair of scissors and cut the branch off. Oh, it was on.

And it's still on.

BB is currently resting at the front of the tree near the bottom. He doesn't know it yet, but he has orders to move today while T is at work. I'm thinking somewhere in the back near the closed-up heating vent.

Can someone "tell me how to get to Sesame Street," 'cause I think Big Bird needs to head on over there?