I finally got around to decorating for the Christmas season. You could say that it’s late for most people but for me it’s more so. I tend to have my husband pull out the totes with my decorations the day after Thanksgiving. Not only that, but I usually drag everyone out to pick out our Christmas tree too. That’s my Christmas tradition.
Last year, my youngest daughter was home for Turkey Day and I was able to convince her to come with us to go chop down our tree. It took me until Saturday after the feast to do so. That meant that we couldn’t decorate it until Sunday. Of course, she had to fly back that day (I think there was a conspiracy on her part.).
All I really want for Christmas is to go pick out a real Christmas tree at the local Christmas tree farm, decorate said tree while listening to Christmas music, and put up the rest of the decorations.
Did that happen this year? No. This year was a total disaster! And I had both of my kids at home!
I knew I had to forego the tree because we are heading to the Caribbean before we drive up to New England. That just helped to stall the taking down of the totes that are full of decorations. Added to that was the fact that my spouse has been traveling a ton.
So as time passed, the desire to decorate dropped dramatically.
But decorate I did. I finally lugged the totes upstairs and started pulling everything out. Well, not everything. I left quite a bit in those totes. Sometimes the decision was based on lack of space. We are in a new home and so not everything fits like it used to. But other times it was just an ennui.
I also didn’t wrap my artwork in wrapping paper. Usually, I pick out a few pieces around the house to dress up like presents, bows and all. It seemed too time consuming this year.
The house isn’t as festive as usual but it is jolly. There was no music playing in the background either. I just worked hard to make the house presentable.
I feel like the house mimics my mood; it’s putting on a face. We won’t even be here for the actual holiday. We will be in New England, rotating through our families. Don’t get me wrong. I am looking forward to that. And I am definitely looking forward to my time at the beach.
Now, I just need to figure out a way to make the house happier. Maybe it needs some real Christmas smells. Without a real tree it’s missing that component. I don’t miss the needles dropping like flies but the smell makes me happy. I guess I’ll be heading to the store tomorrow. I think a Christmas scented candle will do. Hubby won’t mind me adding another Christmas decoration, will he?