Before Christmas, I had this post circling around in my brain about how much I want to like putting up the Christmas tree and all the accompanying decorations, but how tedious I truly find it. In my head, the act of decorating the tree involves much more hot chocolate much less swearing than it does in real life. I never wrote the post, but in retrospect, I realize that I had nothing to complain about then.
Because really? Putting the Christmas tree up is nowhere near as annoying as taking it down.
I intended to take it down on Saturday, as we went out of town Sunday and Monday and I thought it would be just swell to have it done when we got home. However, I spent all day wiggling my nose and believe it or not the ornaments didn’t go flying off and the tree didn’t fold itself up and no one came over to put it away while we were gone, so here it stands.
I really, really don’t want to deal with it. It’s one of those things that’s not such a huge deal once it’s actually underway, but it seems insurmountable before it’s started. It really won’t take me that long to do it… logically, I know these things. But I just don’t want to do it.
So now I’m thinking that maybe I just won’t take it down. I thought about changing it with the seasons – a Valentine’s tree and then an Easter tree and before we know it, we’re back to Christmas… but that seems like an awful lot of work. My friend Emilie told me about a family she knew that pulled a trash bag up over the tree, stuck it in the garage, and pulled it out ready to go the next year. Perhaps I will go that route.
I’m sure I will get to it eventually, despite how much I am dreading it. But when I do, I’m certain the cuss words will outnumber the cups of hot chocolate by an exponential count.
