Kind of short (and a day and a half late, sorry) so I’ll give you a story about my Christmas Decorating prowess. Now first let me take notice that I don’t celebrate Christmas. I exchange gifts with people, because they get me gifts and I won’t let them give me one unless I give them something in return. Believe me; I would prefer to not exchange gifts…I rarely get anything I want or can use from my fiancé’s grandparents, my own grandparents, or even much of my own extended family.
Add onto that the fact that I never get any leads on what they really want for themselves, I always just get a sheepish giggle and a shrug, “I dunno…what do ya wanna get me?”
So needless to say, I never decorate for Christmas. When I lived with my father we would put up a ‘tree’ the day after Thanksgiving. It was a 4 inch tall ceramic tree that was painted to look like it was decorated with ornaments.
Now that I live elsewhere, I do even less. My fiancé has talked about getting a tree, maybe some lights, and all of that fancy unnecessary stuff. My reply to her was to remind her that I’d be the one putting them up and arranging them…
I rest my case.