All my Fall decorations have been taken down and taken to the basement. Now the contemplation of bringing out Christmas will begin. I fully decorate my house for certain holidays. Spring/Easter, Halloween, Fall/Thanksgiving and the biggee - Christmas. Each holiday has its set of storage boxes which poor hubby has to fetch and carry. I would do it myself, am very capable, but he gets pissy if I lug the stuff around. I don't think he likes the idea of me teetering around on ladders and climbing up stacks of boxes. I would rather do it myself so I am not stuck with his timeframe, but I guess this is they way it has to be.
Everything but Christmas lives in the basement. Christmas stuff lives in our bedroom closet. The closet is a walk in and has an extremely high shelf and ceiling which allows us to stack rubbermaid boxes 2 to 3 high. There are many many boxes. 5 large boxes of ornaments alone plus all the other garlands, wreaths, fabrics and assorted decorative stuff I have collected over the years. I am not a huge fan of Christmas, but I love the way my house looks when it is decorated for it. We have a Victorian house and it looks so amazing and warm during the holidays. I can't wait to get started but hubby could care less lol. The extent of his involvement is schlepping my boxes about and setting up the tree. We opted for the artificial tree to keep the sap off the cats' fur and keeping them from getting sick from chewing the pine needles. So I predict that at some point this week, boxes will be taken down. Husband will assemble the tree. My GF and I and all the kids will decorate the tree. The men will sit and watch tv. Periodically complaining that we are blocking the tv. There will possibly be whining until they are placated with hot cocoa and cake/cookies. At that point, Christmas will have officially come to my house.
Puurrs to all,
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