Friday, January 4, 2013

On the twelth day of Christmas my true love said to me....

It's time to take down the tree.

I love Christmas decorations.  That's pretty apparent as you walk about my house.  We had people over for Christmas Eve and several ooohed and ahhhhed over my decorations.  Which struck me as funny.  What...everyone doesn't affix lights to every available surface? It IS JUST ME?

Oh.  I had no idea.

And I know this is wrong of me...on safety levels and electric usage levels, but we don't turn them off.  My twinkle lights on the mantle, up the stairs (even though I don't currently have a bannister) and over doorways, have been running continuously throughout the month.

So now is the day I dread.  The removal of the lights.  The boxing of the Santas and Snowmen. The closing of the season.

This removal of stuff, coupled with the New Year and the time for making lists of what needs to get done soon; well, they are just a bad combination. Because here is what I think when I remove all my sparkly stuff:

Gosh I really need to paint the "_________."