I don’t think I posted about giving up on Christmas. The last post I can find about having a regular tree was when I took it down in January of 2012. That’s four years ago. When the kittens came along and Wally was destroying everything in sight, I bought a little 3-foot-tree that lives year-round in the corner of the living room behind the door. Christmastime comes around and I plug in the lights. Boom. Festive.
It’s not really just the decorating that got me down, it was the fact that you had to put them away in a timely manner, or else be embarrassed that spring had arrived and your Santas were dusty. Well, this year I have actually put out a few decorations, and tonight I even got out the box of ornaments.
It is possible for teachers to have many, many, many, many, many more ornaments than the ones in this box, but even when I decorated I kind of pared it down to a crystal/gold/red kind of look. The ornaments in the box are either in those categories or are meaningful, and with bigger trees I’d add gold and red balls to fill it out. (There was one awesome year where I just put on lights and then stuck things from around the house on the branches: a box of jello, a toothbrush, junk mail. That was fantastic.)
This tree is tiny, so I just hung a few ornaments. I trust Wally will have them on the floor by morning.
Lloyd, do not eat the candy canes. They are four years old. At least.