It's November which means that December, and the holidays, are nigh upon us. While in the attic this evening, the site of the boxes of decorations, garland, bows, balls, and baubles made me start thinking about decorating. Maybe this year, I'll really take time and decorate the house - give it a "festive look."
Years ago, I would go all out, hang garland around all the doorways, and on the mantle. I would have wreaths on the interior doors and place some holiday arrangement on each table or shelf around the rooms. And, I usually had a theme. There was the year I decided to use brass horns, one year it was poinsettias, and then there was the year of the peacock feathers. (I'm still catching Hell about that one. Some folks just don't know class when they see it. But, I digress.)
Frankly, the thought of the time and effort I would put into draping and dressing the house for the yuletide exhausts me. Slowly, I backed off from my harried decorating until last year, we were lucky to get a tree up and something over the fireplace. I cannot remember the last time we had a wreath on our front door. It is truly pathetic.
So this year, I am going to make an effort to participate in the holidays, deck the halls, spread some cheer. As I was contemplating my grand plan, my DH entered the room. "What are you doing?" "Deciding how I am going to decorate for the holidays." "Whatever. Just thank God you don't go all out like you used to." "I thought it was festive." "Festive? It was insane. Stuff everywhere. And, you always had some theme." (He remembered!) "Well, I'm not talking about anything elaborate." "Good. And, for God's sake don't use those peacock feathers."