Bringing the Christmas cheer
It’s three weeks until Christmas, y’all, and I’ve not put a single decoration out. Not one. There are no lights on my house, no tree in my living room, no wreaths on my door, and let’s not even talk about the pumpkins rotting on my front porch. I know, I know. I need to get busy, but honestly, the idea exhausts me.
When the kids were little, I used to go all out. I hung stockings and made my own table arrangements and put trees in every room and draped everything in greenery. I cooked and even baked.
But now that the kids are older, I can’t talk myself into lugging a couple of boxes up from the basement. When did the holidays get to be such a chore?
If I step back and consider things rationally, it’s not the decorating that’s made Christmas lose it’s sparkle for me, but the keeping-up-with-the-Joneses mentality that pushes me to do it. Because here’s the thing. I’m done keeping up. I have nothing to prove to anyone, the Joneses or otherwise. The Joneses can suck it.
So maybe this year, any lights I put up should be because I think they’re pretty. Any tree I put up should be so that I can admire my favorite ornaments. And any food I make should be because my family and I want to eat — oh, who am I kidding? I’ll probably order the food, but the point is, I don’t have to do anything. The only people I care to please are the ones under my own roof.
And when I think about it that way, the holidays suddenly don’t seem so exhausting.