We’ve entered that annual period that is distinct from the other four. From
Thanksgiving preparations on, there’s much to be done from parties to Christmas
luncheons and gift exchanges with friends, relatives, and organizations we’re
involved with.
There are menus to plan, treats to make, Christmas plays and
performances to watch live and on TV. There’s so much more besides.
But first, at my house anyway, comes the whirlwind transition to
Christmas décor.
For a day or two, pumpkins and angels awkwardly share space as
everything orange, yellow, and brown are put away, and the green swags come
out, along with tabletop baubles, and at our house, two artificial Christmas
trees. By the way, who started the rumor that artificial trees don’t shed?
There are also wreaths for the front door, outdoor windows, and a
pasture full of at least a hundred lambs—the decorative kind that go onto the
dining room tree.
Just a few weeks ago, I told myself that maybe this is the year I’ll stop getting myself swept away in this frenzy of activity. Maybe I will give up the nine-foot-tall artificial tree that takes a full day to assemble and trim. Or I’d skip the lamb tree for a season. No one would care, correct?
Well, I would. Yet each year it feels a little harder to brace myself for
the work involved.
A nice pre-decorating snowfall is a wonderful attitude adjuster. Of
course, I’ll dig out the decorations and put it all up. Naturally, I’ll go
through every tub of décor and find places for most of it. I’ll think about how
there’s just too much, and then I’ll buy more at one bazaar or three of them.
I look into the future and envision the day when I’ll place a beautiful
wreath on the front door and call it a day. But not yet.
Turns out I’m not ready to give up anything about the special glow of
swags draped around the entryway and staircase, and I can’t put the lambs out
to permanent pasture.
Since I’ve got all those wreaths for the outdoor windows, yes, I’ll just
go ahead and put them up yet again.
I don’t know why I feel compelled to quickly usher all the fall doodads
into storage and get the Christmas things out, but I do. The decorating police
won’t show up to make sure everything is in place.
Still, I attack the whole of it
as though it’s a military operation and I’m the general.
Mom didn’t decorate my childhood home every year until around Dec. 10. I used to nag her about when we were going to
get out the colorful porch lights, tree ornaments, and tinsel swags.
She felt as certain about waiting until we were well into December as I
do about getting it all up and plugged in before the calendar flips to the
twelfth month.
It helps because I don’t go out to shop on Black Friday. I ignore that
cultural phenomenon and spend the day working at home. And on Small Business
Saturday, I’m all about the busyness of evenly distributing multiple strands of
lights on the larger of our trees.
After all, those greens aren’t going to hang themselves.
For this weekend, I’m not thinking about gift-buying or menus, it’s all
about making things pretty. The shopping and wrapping will all come in due
time.
The decorating process is not pretty. My house will look like, as my
mother would have described, “a cyclone hit it.”
I’ll gather all the tree ornaments from our parents and from 45 years of
Brian's and my marriage. They’ll go onto the tree and the rest distributed
throughout the house. And I’ll promise myself that I need to downsize this
operation.
But, of course come next year, there will be a day when a few snowflakes
fall, and I’ll start dreaming of doing it all again.
Pendleton resident Donna Cronk spent almost four decades on newspaper payrolls. In retirement she writes a column for three newspapers that deals with aging, family, and life. Her most recent book is her memoir, There’s A Clydesdale in the Attic: Reflections on Keeping and Letting Go, available on Amazon. Connect with Donna at newsgirl.1958@gmail.com.
Thanks for being here today, Donna. I love your post!
ReplyDeleteDonna here. The honor is mine, Liz. Thank you for the opportunity.
DeleteIt all sounds just lovely. *happy sigh*
ReplyDeleteThanks, Beth. Donna C.
ReplyDeleteYour post is a nudge for me to get busy decorating~ LOL.Thanks :) Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteThis was from Barb Bettis.
DeleteBarb, I hope it's a happy nudge. But be of good cheer: lots of time remains. Just today I put the wreaths up on the front of the house and battery-operated candles in the windows. Once the trees and garlands are up, the tinkering and finish work begins. Merry Christmas.
DeleteI love the idea of a lamb tree. And if the adorable photo is any indication, your decorating skills are impressive!
ReplyDeleteRoseann, what a sweet comment! The white dishes were my great-grandmother's and I've always loved them. My mother never used them, just kept them in a buffet behind wooden doors. I used to go in and stare at them as a child. The white bulldog is our son's! When he works long shifts in the medical field, we're called to watch our "grand dog." As for the lamb tree, I'd be happy to show you what it looks like if you are on Facebook or would like an email. Not sure how to add a photo to this blog post. As collections can do, the lamb ornament collection began with one. And you may know from experience how that goes! After I accumulated a few, friends caught on and would buy me some on occasion. I've now been collecting them for around 40 years.
DeleteLove this, Donna! My favorite part is something about, "I attack it as though it's a military operation and I am the general." Makes me want to peek in and see your decorating! :) Also, what is the little creature you're holding in the photo? Maybe I missed something. Ha.
ReplyDeleteHi Cathy: The little red creature is a dog toy for Reggie. This was taken last Christmas.
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