Last year’s festive addition to the fireplace
Every year it’s the same. I’m practically foaming at the mouth in anticipation of unearthing the holiday decorations. I can hardly wait for Thanksgiving to come and go so I can go through my ever-multiplying boxes of cheery yuletide joy. My Lang & Wise mugs. My snowmen galore. My garland and wreaths.
And every year I face the same dilemma: Where the heck am I gonna put all this stuff?
Not to mention the recent misgivings: Why did I buy that ugly thing in the first place?
I had breakfast on Friday, then tidied up the living room. My husband proceeded to lug box after box upstairs for me to excitedly open. And by 2:00 I was crestfallen. I had piles of odds and ends and no idea how to best arrange them to create the perfect holiday atmosphere. (And a big ol’ backache that must come from being thirty-something and hunched over 10 overflowing boxes, pulling out this, unwrapping that.)
The sad part is that I’m sure I’ll go through the same ritual next year. Sigh.
I’m sorry I’m Jewish and that I watch everyone’s ‘rituals’ from afar. Never have I decorated a tree or hung lights, which is depressing.
Good luck, though!
Well, I’ve got a lot of snowmen around here. Surely you could sprinkle a few of them around your abode if the mood strikes. I’d consider them pretty non-denominational. But, then, are you really into ceramic snowmen? Probably not!
Thanks for the good wishes. I’ve got most of it worked out. But I’m not quite there yet.
I’ve realize I know more Christmas songs that I do Hannukah songs, so what the heck?! Send those ceramin snowmen along — we could use some.