I long for the days when my mother and I would finally play Christmas music as we put away the fine china from our family feast and then brave the crowds on Black Friday. Only it wasn't known by that title except in the retail trade and began at a decent hour of the morning! Would it help to know that all my holiday music is on vinyl? As in record albums? Just like the frantic pace of holiday bargain shopping; my job requires me to think about Christmas decorating too soon for comfort. It takes a bit of the fun of it all.
So once I have marshalled the Pickwick Players to throw hundreds of gew-gaws on our 10' pre-lit tree, shoved my mother's teddy bear collection between the branches of a smaller tree, draped the chandeliers in the conference room with silk poinsettas and ribbons, assisted Act IX in displaying 30+ hand-made wreaths, arranged a collection of small trees and bunches of red & gold poinsettas in a room we use for large receptions, and helped put up our special tree at the Museum of the Southwest . . . I am done with the holidays.
I enjoy visiting the homes of my friends during this time. They are so festive! - Unlike my bare mantel; stockings are hung with care, trees loaded with sentimental ornaments shine from the corners, bright, busy wreaths welcome friends and family . . . . at my house I'm lucky to display a few holiday cards that aren't emailed greetings. And yet I am content . . .
Come January 2 -- I shall have to dismantle all the tinsel and twinkling lights - but in my home there are no overflowing tubs to lug to the attic, no pine needles or glitter to vacuum over repeatedly, no empty spots where the Yuletide decor used to be . . . I guess if I really miss it all that much I could ask my husband to wear antlers or a santa hat while reclining in his chair. . . Does that count as "holiday decor"? ;-)