Monday, December 05, 2011
Decking the Halls
Decorating for Christmas should be fun and festive and gay.(That is so not PC to say and yet there it is. And I am not taking it back.) In our household it is none of those things. Patrick brings up all of the bins that hold our Christmas treasure. He begins searching for the great balls of tangled lights to plug them in and groan over the ones that simply did not survive since last Christmas. The fake tree is hauled up and shaped into what looks to me, like a real tree. Patrick and I argue over real vs fake. I have never had a real tree in my life. He has. We shall give our children the real tree experience one day. Joshua wanders and wonders how to help and then helps by getting out of the way to text. Sarah seems to instinctively know what goes where, while the little boys fight about which Christmas ornament they made in which grade. I find the stockings and pause over the smallest ones with the names of babies waiting in heaven. We know and love them. I hang the stockings while all children are eventually told to stop helping and wait until we are done. The whole ordeal is messy and chaotic and frenzied and loud. Not sure we should be so surprised as it is just another day in paradise.