The yearly ritual

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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.

3 thoughts on “The yearly ritual”

  1. 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!

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

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