Once December comes it gets hectic. We usually don't start to decorate until at least the 23rd. It's been a ritual. We find the last tree no one else wants. We drink something sweet. Jim gets on a ladder to string some lights. I point to the right. To the left. We laugh. I start to get too bossy. Jim has better ideas than me, his Danish DNA, so we go with it. This year I have an urge to get rid of anything holiday-ish that doesn't resonate with me or mean anything to me.
Jim said, "Even those orange tree balls?"
I said, " Yeah I don't care about those."
He said, "Really? Why?"
Me: "Because I can't remember why I got them in the first place. I think because they're orange, but other that I think I was just desperate for some stuff when I got them."
He said, "Yeah I gotcha".
I'm in the mood for some new memories, no more schoolyard shit.
purge and start again. i get it.
ReplyDeleteyeah, bring it! love your pics & a naturally-inspired theme sounds good to me, so you don't have to worry if it's all still up in february!
ReplyDeleteHa! yes and yes. I figure I'd donate the orange balls and all the other little useless baubles to some folks it might mean more to, ya know?
ReplyDeleteI think your orange Christmas balls might be appreciated cross-town, by the Frenchie's spouse.
ReplyDeleteperfect, that is how you should do it! and the story about the tree, well, very familiar. very much, indeed!
ReplyDeleteI think you're right John...a cat in need.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, Annton--the tree heard around America!