I feel like it took me forever to decorate for Christmas this year.
But my plan left all of the decorating to do after I had already worked my 40 hour week: The kids' tree, the mantel, the other odds and ends Christmas that goes up. Christmas in just about every room - two trees, Christmas mugs, magnets on the fridge, mini trees in the china cabinet, decorated pillows, wreaths and pinecones. Too much Christmas.
We have a beautiful home and it smells good and is clean, with indoor heat and plumbing, enough food in the fridge and freezer, clothes to wear. I just dread the commercialism and materialism and stress the holidays bring. But there are too many Santas and angels all over my house.
My daughter and I had a convo about it.
Me: There is too damn much Christmas here. I am toning it way down next year. Going to give some of it to you to pretty up your place.
She: Christmas is good.
Me: Yes. But I feel stressed. We own so much of it. Every year I purge it. Every year it seems to grow by itself!
She: Oh that's no good. I decorated my tree as I waited for the AT&T guy on Monday.
Me: It's a lot to put up and take down. We decorated the kids' tree and I. Am. Done.
She: Santa puke is pretty.
Me: Blergggggg
The reality is, all of the decor is just noise that drowns out the focus of the season itself. I realize I probably should relax a little and try not to stress it.
