A weekend snowstorm seemed like the perfect opportunity for me to dig out the Christmas decorations, set up the tree and sprinkle the rooms of my home with the holiday spirit.
But, here it is on Sunday afternoon and I have the tree half-assembled, the boxes of ornaments at the top of the stairs and the Christmas lights a jumbled up mess inside a series of plastic bags.
It’s my own fault, about the lights, I mean. My impatience at getting the holiday décor disassembled in mid-January mirrors my impatience at putting everything up in mid-November or early December.
So why do I bother?
Well, I guess it’s because the one year I didn’t decorate my house for Christmas was the year it seemed to take forever for the holiday season to return. It just isn’t Christmas without a Christmas tree in the corner, adorned in twinkling lights, blinking lighthouses and ornaments — both the handmade variety and those collected over the years.
I still have enough hours left to at least get the lights on and the ornaments dangling from the branches before the end of the weekend. If not, I guess I’ll just have to follow the walking path through the living and dining room for a few more days.
My problem with putting up decorations — or really anything involving relocation of furniture — is that one thing leads to another.
It all started Saturday morning, when I decided I better get to work clearing space for the tree. A tote in the middle of the living room, filled with the sweaters I’d been pulling out one by one last week, first had to be moved.
I carried it to my home office, where another, empty, plastic tote sat. The empty tote led to an idea — go through my closet and dresser and clear some space for the sweaters. By the end of the evening, I had one tote filled with clothes for Goodwill, and the other tote still filled with the sweaters. Progress? Well, maybe not.
As I cleaned out the closet, I was overcome by dust bunnies, which led to a dance with the Swiffer Sweeper. In the midst of my merriment, I looked up to find a layer of dust on the top of the picture frames. Out came the spray can of furniture polish and a rag. My bedroom is now clean.
Next up, I had to move my tri-fold photo stand and rolling tower of needlework supplies into the home office. Before I could do that, I had to move a year-round pencil tree out of the way. In doing so, I discovered it really needed a dusting. One by one I plucked off my grandpa’s fishing lures, Old Salts ornaments and bobbers, followed by the lights. I shook the tree outside and then, for good measure, took the Shop-Vac to it.
Now, the tree is on top of a table, the ornaments on top the tote of sweaters and I’ve decided to put a different string of lights on the little tree before moving it to its new location on top of my cedar chest. Just a couple of problems, though. I need to pack up the stereo system, which means I need to find a box to put it in. Oh well, the lights are still a tangled mess inside the plastic bag anyway … I’ll get a box from work on Monday!
Since the dust rag was already damp from the furniture polish, I thought I should clean the rest of the furniture in the house. And I will … someday. (I can’t spend the entire weekend working, right?) Besides, I wanted to stitch a little more on my latest needlework project before I had to rearrange the living room.
At least the laundry is done; and I washed the dishes.
I fully anticipate by the time Christmas is here, I’ll have three trees decorated in my home, the Christmas village will be lit and the aroma of apples and cinnamon will mask those created this weekend by household cleaning products.
And some people think it’s too early to decorate for Christmas!