Weeks ago when we dragged the boxes of Christmas decorations into the house from the garage, I dreaded the day I’d have to reverse the process.
The younger kids still love to put ornaments on the tree but they lack enthusiasm for taking the ornaments off. And while it’s fun to plug in twinkly lights the first time, it’s so not fun when it’s time to untangle them and put them back into a box. I do not love to undecorate.
And let’s not even talk about how much I loathe taking down the actual fake Christmas tree and pushing it into it’s falling-apart box. By the end, I’ll have scratched arms and a wrenched back. So I have procrastinated. I’ve chased sunsets and read novels instead.
In other words, it’s still Christmas in my living room.
Lest you think I’m a total slacker, you should know that I have gathered decorations from my family room and put them on the kitchen table. My family room looks normal, but the living room is still a full-on festive holiday display.
That might not seem to weird if it were a winter wonderland with frigid temperatures and snow on the ground, but it’s been warm and seventy-something degrees here. My pretty Christmas decorations are beginning to look as out of place and pitiful as cast-off Christmas stuff at Goodwill.
So tomorrow needs to be the day that Christmas ends here and we return to our regularly scheduled programming.