I’m going to make more of an effort not to have my tree up into February this year.
I LOVE having a Christmas tree so much… and since we moved our bed into what was formerly the living room three years ago, I have the pretty, pretty tree just inches from my head in my bedroom. It is glorious. The task of the disassembling actually hurts my heart a little bit. (Sniff.)
I love the smell. I love the way it looks. I love gazing at it, all lit up, for a little while before I turn out the lights each night. LOVE, I tell you. It’s a beautiful thing, our tree.
Due to our family cold this year, we failed in getting it up mid-December, like we’d planned. And truth be told, this year, it was less than perfect… it could have used more lights, and if I cared enough to climb back up the ladder, I might have added more ornaments. But this year, I didn’t care. So what if it was a bit lame? It was good enough. I’m trying very, very hard to make good enough a mantra I use more and more. Bye-bye perfect.
And anyway? The kids were thrilled, and that’s the goal. Score!
But alas, the season is ending, and it’s time to put all the stuff away – each fragile glass orb to be nestled back into a shroud of crinkled paper, tucked into their boxes, and the whole lot into their BIG boxes, to be lugged back down to the basement, stacked at the very back of the “seldom used stuff” closet.
*wipes sweat from brow* PHEW! I’m tired just thinking about the process.
And though this year, I allowed the children to help hang of the ornaments (and of course, rearranged many of them after they went to bed for the night) a few fell off branches and smashed. This is to be expected. But now that the tree has become a crispy fire-hazard – you can practically look at an ornament and will it to fall to the floor) I know that too many hands on the de-Christmas task will make for a smashingly bad time for the bulbs. I just know it.
Oliver returns to school on Tuesday (finally!) so on Wednesday, while both children are at school, I will begin the task. There will be no-one home to fight over what they get to do to help. There will be no pine needles stuck to socks that make their way to my bed via the heels of The Jumping Minis… along with the offending glitter of broken ornaments also getting dusted over the surface of my sheets. I know the damage my kids can do, yo. It takes a nano-second for obliteration.
I know it’s sometimes better to let them help – that they learn by experiencing… but I like my ornaments intact, thanks. And the less shouting and squabbling, and shrieking and crying, and but that’s MINE! or but I’m doing the gold ones! or I had it FIRST! crap I have to hear and endure? The better it is for
everyone me. (I take the same stance with cooking and baking – go watch tv or something and I’ll call you when it’s ready, okay? And quit sneezing on everything for goodness sake!!)
Besides, the faster I can get all this stuff put away, the faster I can get onto the other looming project in the house…
The Basement. *shudders* (Pray for me.)
I know I’m not the only person with post-Christmas/January projects on the go… I’m curious about yours. Do tell!!