Through my having-my-own-place years and up until this December, I have always spent the last couple days of November putting up a tree, meticulously threading over a thousand lights onto said tree, decorating the house with objects that would make baby proofers fall out, making my own wreaths, and baking goods from scratch.
What with all my self-possessed self-righteousness of Decorating-Correctness, I only barely had enough black dots left on my heart to despise the alleged lazy-asses who purchased those netting type lights that you simply toss onto the bushes out front, or drape around the trunk of a tree. How could people be so dispirited? How did our culture of consumption take the tradition out of traditions? How could people live with themselves after paying someone else to put up their Christmas lights? It was such a burden being so superior!
Those were my thoughts about such conveniences. UNTIL I HAD KIDS.
Now I TOTALLY GET THE WHOLE PRE-LIT TREE THING!
Be that as it may, I can honestly say that I’m not sure that we’ll even put up EITHER of our trees. The kids were sick pretty much of all November. So much to do at home. Interviewing nannies. Work is kicking my ass. Things like that. We’re out of town this weekend so ixnay on putting up a tree then. By the following weekend it’s the 14th. I still have to do some shopping. And the weekend after is the weekend before. WHO’S THE GRINCH NOW?
That It’ll-Be-So-Nostalgic-In-Twenty-Years photo of the kids under a tree with wrapped gifts all around them on their first Christmas? Two words: grandma’s house.
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