Christmas Decorating For OCD Couples

My husband and I know better than to try to decorate the house together. It's not that we haven't tried, you understand. It's just that Mike is somewhat, and I say this with great love and respect, "particular" about where the decorations go. And by particular, of course, I mean a raving, perfection-obsessed control freak who makes me contemplate ripping my own fingernails from their beds just to distract myself from the agony of the constant adjusting of the scenery. Over the past several Christmas seasons, I have learned how to handle this little quirk-- I let him do his thing and I do mine. My thing includes setting up the manger scene. He still tries to oversee my work, however. Like a few years ago, after he finished hanging enough lights on the house to make Clark Griswold weep with envy. He stood watching for a few minutes. Then he just couldn't help it. He had to ask.

"Um, Stacey? How come the Wise Men are on the other side of the room?"

"Because they weren't actually at the stable that night. They didn't find Christ until quite a bit later. So I put them over there, like they're still en route."

"But still, it's the nativity. I think they're supposed to all be together."

"It's not historically accurate to have the Wise Men at the stable."

"Okay, well, that may be true, but I'd like to point out that it probably isn't historically accurate to have the Obi Wan Kenobi action figure acting as a shepherd, either. I mean, he's a Jedi. There were no Jedi at the stable that night."

"Oh yeah? How do you know? WERE YOU THERE? I didn't think so."

Okay, so maybe I'm a bit particular too. But our house is GORGEOUS!