I’m the polar opposite of my stepmother when it comes to Christmas decorations. She generally has two Christmas trees in their living room, in order to hold all the ornaments. The front yard is notable for the inflated, lit, motion characters — last year was The Grinch — and the Christmas shopping happens year ’round.
Me, I don’t put so much money and effort into it. Seriously, I never saw the need for it since I live alone and rarely have visitors. I put up a small tree most years right in front of the window so that at least passers-by would enjoy it. Last year, after I moved to California, I did nothing more than put a wreath on my front door. After all, I was going back to DC for the holiday, so what would be the point of anything more?
This year, I’ll be here for Christmas. I might visit with friends or something, but still I don’t expect anyone to be visiting me. Nonetheless, I have been bullied and cajoled into decorating for the holidays, so this weekend will be a frenzy of lights and a huge wreath for the front of the house and little knick-knacks from Target. I’ve already started by putting up my traditional blog decorations — which have been sitting in the electronic equivalent of a box in the attic for a year — and by the end of the weekend my house will be covered in holiday cheer, whether I like it or not, dammit.
Pictures to come. Ho, ho, ho.
I’m the polar opposite of my stepmother when it comes to Christmas decorations. She generally has two Christmas trees in their living room, in order to hold all the ornaments. The front yard is notable for the inflated, lit, motion characters — last year was The Grinch — and the Christmas shopping happens year ’round.
Me, I don’t put so much money and effort into it.
