True confession: This year, in a huge departure for me, I’m not really decking the halls. We’re currently renting, and much of our stuff is packed up. All of my Christmas treasures are in a mini-warehouse, and this year I just don’t have the energy to go through all the boxes, decide what can fit in this house, and haul it all around. So Paul came home with a tiny Charlie Brown Christmas tree and a couple of poinsettias the other day, and that will pretty much be the extent of it.
(Right now, I’m listening to my Christmas playlist, enjoying the Salted Caramel candle from my son and his wife, and drinking a cup of coffee. It’s pretty nice.)
I’ve decided that I’m okay with that this year, and my people tell me they’re okay with it, too. I’ll really enjoy the next time I can pull out the Christmas china, my Santa collection, the needlepoint stockings, and put the hula-dancing Santa on the tree.
Having a merry little Christmas,