Sunday, January 3, 2016
The opposite of pomp
This year, I left many pissed of people in my wake, decorating for the holidays before the prescribed time. I decorated at work the day before Thanksgiving and at home on November 30th.
I love the holidays. I love the feel of my office and my house all twinkly with lights and dangling baubles--snowmen and santa claus and reindeer. The warmth that surrounds a Christmas decorated place is a magical thing.
But to do so before December starts, before even our day of turkey and cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes and pumkin pie.. Well.... that's just deplorable according to some.
And now it is January 3. Tomorrow school begins again. Tad and I go back to work and the snow is no longer the white, fluffy thing of a winter wonderland--just another something sparkly to look at from the cozy warmth of your decorated house. On January 3rd it's just cold and dirty and it makes you late for work. It's a hallmark of the winter that will surely now last until sometime at the end of March and crop up again in April just when you thought it was over....
This is the day that marks the end of the holidays for me. So I got up and made myself a cup of coffee and sat down in front of the tree to begin to UN-deck the halls. I was just holding the tenth taken-down ornament in my hand when I heard a noise from the other room.
"What are you doing?" Tad asked me in alarm.
See, as much as he wished to delay the tinsel draped yuletide season, he doesn't want to see it end. Nor do my children. It's like this every year. I want to put it all up earlier than everyone and I want to take it all down earlier than everyone.
But the decking and undecking of the halls have a thing in common. Two sides of the same shiny golden wrapped chocolate coin you find in your stocking: they are tasks that need to be done, scheduled in with all the other tasks that need to be done. And I find a certain practicality in WHEN those tasks get done. I decked before rightly I should have because it FIT INTO MY SCHEDULE... I had TIME to do so. And so here we are. Tad is reading; the kids are watching Sunday morning television. I'm ready to tick this task off my list of things.
But alas. I sit here blogging because Tad convinced me to wait just a bit longer--to let the sparkly centerpiece of our living room remain for just a few more warm and cozy hours.
And then winter truly begins.