At least in my house it is. I love holiday decorations. Like, really really love them. So instead of working on my kitchen walls, I hung the stockings on the chimney with care. And shatter-proof ornaments because the BDD’s tail sends them flying into the wall. WHAP!
Yes – they really are shatter-proof. Tail tested. Tail approved.
What is it about flame retardant, artificial pine trees that gets me going? And the twinkle lights? And the cheap glass ball ornaments? What is it?
I love my Christmas tree. Everything twinkles and glows and catches light and looks so pretty in the dark. If I could leave this thing up all year-round without anyone teasing me, I would. Unless dusting was involved. Because I hate dusting. I’d put it away if I had to dust it.
This sets the mood for how I want the month to go – peaceful, relaxing, reflecting on great memories and great people. In order to make that happen, I am avoiding Shelbyville Road like it’s the sole intention of my being.
If you live in Louisville, you know what I’m talking about. It’s bad enough I have to deal with rush hour traffic everyday; I have no idea why people subject themselves to that hostility. Complete avoidance.
That is, until Big Bro’s kids come to visit and we go shopping. Because that’s their gift this year: a whole wad-o-cash from Mamaw, Papaw, Aunt Brooke & Uncle Mike and a day of shopping at the mall. Which happens to be on Shelbyville Road. I refuse to drive.
Mark my words: I WILL NOT BE DRIVING.
At least I’ll be with the coolest people I know under 20. Love those kiddos.