“It’ll go by quicker if I just hand you the boxes from up in the attic, and you set them down wherever,” Chuck stated as he looked around the room, assessing what he had brought down the day before.
Yes, Thanksgiving is over and very soon our home will look as it if it vomited Christmas. Between the Christmas Village we inherited from Chuck’s mom, to my 20-or-so beautifully clad Santa Clauses, to the 4-5 themed Christmas trees we place throughout the house, along with other decorations, it looks more like Christmess, at least until we get everything assembled and/or positioned where we want it.
It is amazing how, over the 27 years we have been married, how much we have acquired in the way of Christmas decor.
“I want to get rid of those plastic musical decorations that my mom has given us over the years,” Chuck made it clear, and with no argument from me, adding “I’m tired of trying to find a place for those things.”
“I’ll get them over to Goodwill sometime this week, ” I volunteered.
Meanwhile, I will need to scoot some furniture around in our bedroom so that our 7-foot red artificial Christmas tree can have its rightful position in front of the bedroom window. I love that the tree is the same rusty red color as the year-round accents in our bedroom.
Yes, we are indulgent, and perhaps a bit show-offy, but if not this time of year, then when? We love the way people look around in wonder as they enter our home during Holiday gatherings, how they become absorbed in the sights, smells and sounds (there is always a compilation of modern and classic, smooth jazz, rock and easy listening playing on the sound systems), and how they never want to leave.
Christmas should be however you want it to be. Chuck and I normally have a lot of differences, but we are fortunately on the same page when it comes to this special time of year.