One of the small pleasures of owning your own home is that you can vacuum at 2 in the morning and no one but you loved ones can complain. That is exactly what I was doing last night at about that time. My loved ones all slept through it. I began the day after Thanksgiving by braving the nutties at 5am in Walmart, Target and Kohls in order procure just what my little ones are hoping St. Nick will deliver, at a steep discount. I ran errands and tried to get organized for much of the rest of the day. I have a deeply held belief that all Christmas decorations should be out on the day after Thanksgiving. By late afternoon I was finally getting things organized. Usually I am very efficient about the whole thing but this year I felt sort of sentimental and tender about all of it and I found myself taking my sweet time to make sure that everything was perfect. Usually it drives me crazy not to have it done and while I do a complete job of it, I make it quick. Not this time. I don't know what's different. I feel settled here (for the time being), my children are at a delightful age for enjoying the holidays, and I love this house (it's a very good Christmas house). Somehow all of these things have combined to make me all homemaker-y about decorations this year. So as I've said, I took my time. I hung each ornament lovingly, I strung popcorn for the kids' tree carefully, I ironed the stockings, for pete's sake. I then tackled the mess left by a busy day, a holiday week and a decorating frenzy. I dusted and vacuumed. I then wrapped every single Christmas present in the house. Only then could I even consider going to bed. I wandered into my pajamas at about 3 am. Luckily my sweet husband has seen this sort of mood before and knew to just let me go and planned on letting me sleep in. This morning I feel so calm and happy. I'm sort of flitting around the house, my heart leaping a little each time I catch a twinkle out of the corner of my eye. I love Christmas.
3 years ago