So yesterday...and today...we are removing all the Christmas crap from the house. Now, I love Christmas. I love having the house decorated. I love the lights...I love everything about Christmas trees, pretty Christmas candle holders, garland, ornaments, Christmas stuff in the bathroom.
It's my favorite thing.
Until January 6, when it becomes my least favorite thing.
|Get these cursed things away from me!|
Maybe it's because Christmas is over and I want to declutter. Maybe it's because I'm tired of the cats pouncing on each from the most excellent hiding spot under the tree. (We think a cat sitting under a lighted tree is oh so pretty. Cats think it's the best way to prepare for war.)
|Yesssss. The humans think I'm cute. Little do they know I am sitting|
here just waiting for the right moment to POUNCE!
This eagerness to de-Christmas the house might seem like the result of a wish to be tidy.
If you saw how I store my Christmas crap, you'd have serious doubts about that.
Every year, I drag out no less than 22 big plastic boxes full of random Christmas items. Most of these items haven't seen the light of day for at least five years. BUT I cannot toss them or give them away. THESE ARE MY PRECIOUS HOLIDAY HEIRLOOMS.
Now I could...I suppose...put the many items I have no intention of using in this house EVER into separate boxes. I could label each box as to what it has in it. I COULD put the boxes of items I know I will use in this house each year at the top of the stack of boxes so that when I go to decorate next year, it won't be the back breaking drawn out battle it is every year.
|Please don't take down the tree...I haven't reached the top branch yet!|
No, instead what can...and will happen this year, because it's what happens every year, is my frantic desire to "GET IT DOWN RIGHT NOW" will overwhelm my desire to organize that pit of death under the stairs. I will drag out all 22 boxes, I will jam random things from this year into each, and I will shove them back under the stairs without even thinking.
And next year I will curse myself and my disorganized ways as I open all 22 boxes to find that one precious thing that I MUST PUT UP.
|All set for next year. How nice. Blah, blah, blah diddy blah!|
|Oh you have one of these....and you use it? Well...aren't you just the most? |
I need to lie down.
Meanwhile, I have three strings of lights two garland ropes, and our toilet paper roll angel that Skippy made in preschool sitting on my kitchen table. Those items will now sit there until probably Valentine's Day, when I will be so sick of looking at them, I'll actually BUY another box to put them in. I'd take them downstairs and put them in an existing box, but I don't have the energy, now that everything is down and I have room in my living room for the cats to do battle with each other again, to find a box with space for three strings of lights, some garland, and our precious Christmas heirloom angel.
|Good enough for me! What's on Netflix?|