Sunday, November 26, 2006
Christmas exploded on my house.
Growing up, my mom was on a strict holiday decoration schedule. The day after Thanksgiving, the tree went up. Sometime over Thanksgiving weekend, we would have the annual tree decorating arguments, including, but not limited to: Mom reminding Dad that the lights go on first and Dad reminding Mom that he KNEW that, and my sister reminding me that small ornaments go near the top and larger ones at the bottom.
I decorate on a smaller scale in our house, but I do decorate as I love this time of year. On Saturday I woke up feeling ambitious and did the following:
Also. It only took 24 hours but the new kitten in the house has already tried to take over the tree. So far nothing has been destroyed, but there has been evidence (dissheveled ornaments) of Sir Claudius's discovery of the new big shiny thing in the living room. Cats!
I decorate on a smaller scale in our house, but I do decorate as I love this time of year. On Saturday I woke up feeling ambitious and did the following:
- organized/decluttered/tidied up the desk/office area to make room for xmas present storage
- decorated the plain bags I bought so that they are now holiday/winter bags suitable for gift-giving
- put up the tree with ribbon, lights, and ornaments
- wrapped the presents I've gotten for El Fyd
- put up the wreath and stockings
Also. It only took 24 hours but the new kitten in the house has already tried to take over the tree. So far nothing has been destroyed, but there has been evidence (dissheveled ornaments) of Sir Claudius's discovery of the new big shiny thing in the living room. Cats!