The day after Thanksgiving, my house explodes. It spews christmas over every surface it can, decorations that multiply in the dark of the rubbermaid boxes in the storage room. When I was little, it was less of a big deal - most of the actual decorating got done when my brother and I were at school - but there was not one thing, not one itty bit of christmas out before the day after thanksgiving. I have, as an adult, made it a big deal. Especially for my kids. Today, while we watch christmas movies, the oldest will get his christmas sheets put on his bed, and I'll begin the LONG process of washing up the christmas dishes and linnens. I can't have a real tree - the last time I tried that, I wound up with nasty hives so we do fake ones. A lot of my christmas decorations were passed down from my mother and grandmother. Some were christmas presents from people who know me and my tradition and the house that explodes christmas. From the outside, it won't look like much (mostly because this is an old house with no outdoor outlets and we haven't got around to installing one yet), but inside... that's a whole different matter.
Maybe I'll put up a few picutres when it's all said and done - maybe.
Posted by Shade53 at November 28, 2008 06:31 AM