I’m trying to scrape together any shards of enthusiasm I have for the holidays and Christmatize my house. I realize most of you decorated the second the Thanksgiving dishes were clean, but holiday decorations are simply not my thing.
Why isn’t a tree good enough? Why must I have bannisters wrapped in garlands? And a village of happy elves frolicking in fake snow? And a wooden statue (or twelve) of Santa, artfully distressed to look like it might have sat on the mantle of my pioneer grandmother? Why, oh why?
But I have children, so decorate I must. Just know I will be swearing (under my breath if everyone’s lucky) as I drag that stupid tree down from the attic and figure out how many new strings of lights we need to replace this year.
I love Jesus, and I’m really glad that he was born, but I sure hate the whole Christmas ordeal.