Here it is, the Monday before Christmas, and we just finished putting up all the decorations. We have a history of decorating as if this was going to be our last holiday. Inside, outside, lights, foliage, villages, trees, wreaths, garlands, candles and ornaments. On the top of cabinets and dressers, in the bathrooms, the bedrooms, the kitchen, the living room and office. In the niches, on top of open walls, on the walls. In other words, everywhere you looked it was Christmas.
After attending a progressive dinner Saturday night where my wife received a little battery powered snowman as a gift we came home, placed him on the entertainment center, turned him on and that completed our decorating. In fact, that was our decorating. That one little snowman, on his shoulders (or ball if you will) rests the entirety of our Christmas decorating this year.
Not that we were lazy this year, or a couple humbugs. We just weren’t very motivated. My wife says it’s entirely my fault. Says she couldn’t reach the high places and since I didn’t seem willing, we just didn’t do it. OK. In reality I think she’s secretly just fine with it. No mess to clean up after the decorating. No mess to keep cleaned up with the decorations dropping bits and pieces here and there. No mess to clean up after the un-decorating. Simple, neat and easy. Just change the battery in Frosty so he keeps blinking and your done!
Next year we’ll do better. Drag out the boxes and boxes of decorations. Take days on end untangling lights, placing ornaments, arranging wreaths and garlands, building the village…then again, maybe not.
Frosty looks just fine sitting there.