Deconstructing Christmas
I'm taking down the tree today, putting away all the cards and decorations, and returning the house to "normal." It's been a few years since I even bothered "unleashing" Christmas in the house. I'm always so busy this time of year with chorus and work things and I don't really have people over during the season, so with the added worry a few years ago that my new kitty would attack the poor tree, I just stopped doing any of it.
That all changed at a Christmas party Justin and I attended right after Thanksgiving where he turned to me and said, "honey, we need a tree." That's all the motivation I needed. I/We still didn't have anyone over, and the cat did spent some time pawing at and shaking things around, but it was so worth the effort.
I always used to love Christmas. I sent cards as far back as high school. I had a little table-top tree with teeny tiny ornaments on it. I listened to Christmas CDs in August. So it's a shame that for several years I let life circumstances like "being busy" and a little apprehension about "what the cat was going to do" get in the way of, well, life and an activity that made me happy. Looking at things through a slightly older pair of eyes, as well as through those of a third party (the bf), it's getting easier to call myself out on bs, make a decision on what I want, and git-r-dun.
... which also includes putting Christmas back in its boxes earlier than, say, February 19th. So let's get on with it.
That all changed at a Christmas party Justin and I attended right after Thanksgiving where he turned to me and said, "honey, we need a tree." That's all the motivation I needed. I/We still didn't have anyone over, and the cat did spent some time pawing at and shaking things around, but it was so worth the effort.
I always used to love Christmas. I sent cards as far back as high school. I had a little table-top tree with teeny tiny ornaments on it. I listened to Christmas CDs in August. So it's a shame that for several years I let life circumstances like "being busy" and a little apprehension about "what the cat was going to do" get in the way of, well, life and an activity that made me happy. Looking at things through a slightly older pair of eyes, as well as through those of a third party (the bf), it's getting easier to call myself out on bs, make a decision on what I want, and git-r-dun.
... which also includes putting Christmas back in its boxes earlier than, say, February 19th. So let's get on with it.