As I moseyed along toward Council Point Park on this November morn, which finally felt like a November morn, the sun was shining bright but had not yet dissolved the patches of snow and ice that lingered on the residential sidewalks. Just as Frank Sinatra crooned about crossing over to the sunny side of the street, I did likewise. Ahh, … much better. The concrete sidewalks were no longer slick and I strode with confidence and picked up the pace. Good thing as I’d still be ambling along working on that six-mile walk I put in the books for today.
I saw many a homeowner hovering on the top step of the ladder stringing up holiday lights. I especially like the icicle lights. By the time I passed a good many of the light meisters, they were already admiring their handiwork from the edge of their driveway, but the real test comes when darkness falls.
I noticed an abundance of light-up reindeer prancing about on front lawns for that added twinkling effect on those now-early dark evenings.
While I continued my walk, I saw picture windows filled with Christmas trees in various stages of enrobement. From the outside looking in, by the casual eye of a passerby, most of the trees looked either quite naked, had ornaments unevenly distributed or garland hung haphazardly since the mother lode of trimmings are found where the family can admire them from the sofa or easy chair.
I got to thinking that today should probably be the day that I do my Christmas decorating. I never decorate outside, save for a wreath adorning the front door lest I look like ol’ Scrooge himself amongst my neighbors who all decorate for the holidays. I figured I’d mull over how much effort would go into the 2013 holiday extravaganza while I was walking.
For years and years, I reserved the day after Thanksgiving for eating leftovers and putting up the Christmas decorations. This small house never has had much room for storing the regular items that must be tucked away to allow for all the holiday decorations to be displayed. Therefore, during the year, holiday paraphernalia might be stored in several boxes here and there in closets, and, in a burst of extreme organization a few years ago, red and green Rubbermaid tubs downstairs neatly preserve the remaining ornaments for safekeeping and from dust. When every Christmas item owned was displayed, it was quite the undertaking to decorate the entire house. We had amassed a huge collection of decorations with a country theme, since the house is done in colonial and country. There were my Mom’s life-like cardinals and blue jays on plates or figurines and also the resin yearly dated teddy bears which I collected through the years. So, it became an all-day affair to put out everything, including a small Christmas tree with miniature ornaments and two small ceramic trees. Then, of course, reversing the procedure on New Year’s Day to tuck stuff away for eleven months and return the regular, non-Christmas items to their places; that is, if you could remember where you put the regular items. Every year my Mom would say “make it easy on yourself and just put up the ceramic tree and be done with it” and I’d reply “really, it’s no problem, I enjoy doing this – we need to have some Christmas cheer in the house” … however, I must concede, that ever-so gradually I kept eliminating more and more from my yearly decorating regime.
By the time my walk was over, I decided to pare down my decorating to the nth degree and that one tiny plush reindeer with Scotch-plaid antlers and a jaunty bow will suffice for decorating my house for 2013. This cutie pie’s name is Marcella and she will sit on my kitchen corner cabinet in my range of vision giving me a smile whenever I glance over. Perhaps I’ll dig up a red bow for Buddy’s cage and he shall look festive as well.