Two trees - one down and curbside, one almost down. Creating a blog seemed more important that finishing the job as i composed a diatribe in my head about my job as the sole Christmas tree designer and executer. That's not to say i'm killing Christmas trees, only that i do all the work and i'm sick of it.
This year i went into the crawlspace, lugged up all the tubs of red and green paraphernalia, pulled everything out , hung and decorated all over our house and sat back to enjoy my work. Are there more people than me in the family, you ask? Yes and they tell me they love Christmas and well they should. It's a time of year when things magically transform, appear, bake, visit and no one has to lift a finger - except me. And now that it is the first week of January I'm exhausted.
In the last hour since i started dismantling tree number two I made plans to only have one tree next year, throw the ornaments anywhere they land and dispose of anything from previous years that does not make the cut. The voices in my head told me i must scale back - only non- bake 'cookies' made from breakfast cereals and marshmallows with red sprinkles), use inflatable lawn ornaments, thereby eliminating the need for hunreds of lights, twelve extension cords and a crying fit. Garlands will not be strung everywhere with twinkling lights, Stuffed Santa Clauses might take a year off and artwork will not be replaced by photos of my children on Santa's lap at the nearby mall. Even though my children are 8 and 14, i will start to scale back in anticipation of the day when the people at the old folks home will do all the decorating for me to enjoy from my rocking chair.
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