Back To Normal
I took my Christmas tree down the day after Christmas. The general response to this was as if I was the Grinch, but I do have two very valid reasons for de-Christmasing my house “so soon.”
With Christmas being on a Saturday, the day after was a full day off work I could dedicate to taking down all the decorations, packing them up and putting them away. If I didn’t do it Sunday, I would have had to wait til this upcoming weekend – which really wouldn’t be so bad, except had the weather cooperated I was supposed to have plans all weekend. I didn’t know that it would rain (and maybe snow!) here and cancel my plans to help friends with an outdoor project.
But, even still, I kind of like getting my house back. I do love Christmastime and I love all the lights and decorations. I enjoy it for the month it’s up but I also miss my organized and clean house. Having extra decorations out – usually breakable – often causes more stress as the dogs run in from the cold outside and do zoomies around the living room. I had to crawl on the floor looking for ornaments more than once from Chloe’s tail flicking them straight off the tree.
Dusting was more difficult; nativity on the mantel, Christmas cards on display. The tree itself wasn’t so bad, but it did shed needles regularly. And there was the watering of the tree to do. And having the socket taken for the tree’s lights caused a few logistical problems when I was trying to use my laptop in the living room.
All things I could work around. All things worth it to have a bit of holiday cheer in the house.
All things I was glad and relieved Sunday evening when it was gone. I just like my house a certain way. I like things put in their place, I like only a few items out for display with everything else put away carefully. I like my regular every day house.
So when I got everything put away, it wasn’t the holiday let down that I hear a lot of people get. I don’t cry when I take down my tree. I don’t feel a sadness or depression thinking the holidays are over. I sit down in my undecorated house and I think, “that was a great Christmas.. now on to the new year.” It’s not a sad time for me, and for that I’m glad.