So I shamed myself into cleaning the dining room and the lower level kitchenette. Yep, right after posting my last blog, I stood up from the computer, rolled my eyes a little, heaved a huge sigh…and got to work.
And now, all trace of Christmas is packed away in bins and boxes and stowed in storage closets to await the next grand unveiling.
I was all sweaty and a little disgruntled afterwards, but the Procrastination Queen is No More!
Well, at least until she finds the next thing she doesn’t want to do and finds an excuse to avoid doing it.
Sometimes I wonder why I don’t just throw a wreath on the front door, and buy one of those pop-up Christmas trees that are pre-lit and pre-decorated. I could be done with the whole holiday decorating thing in less than five minutes. (I’m assuming I’d have to wrestle the pop-up tree out of the box, so I’m allowing a little extra time for that.)
But every year as soon as the last slice of pumpkin pie is served at Thanksgiving dinner, I find myself romanticizing over how our living room would look all lit up in its Christmas finery with candles glowing on the mantle and a cheery fire crackling in the fireplace. And I instantly become a sucker for those confounded twinkly lights.
Besides, I’d be kidding myself if I tried not decorating for Christmas. One year I had a broken foot and hobbled around with crutches wearing a cast up to my knee and I told myself it was a good enough reason not to decorate that year.
And I managed to live without the twinkly lights…at least until the week before Christmas when I couldn’t stand it anymore and dragged the Christmas tree up from the basement and put it up. And I wasn’t even hosting Christmas that year!
I think about what life would be like if we didn‘t fuss over things like Christmas decorations or fancying up our holiday table. Sure, things would be much simpler. But – to me – there’s just something a little more special about candle-lit centerpieces and charger plates and fancy napkins folded into pretty napkin rings.
Probably I’m just trying to get my guests to notice their surroundings and not pay so much attention to the actual food I’m serving. A gourmet cook, I’m not!
Besides, if we didn’t show off our decorating accomplishments, we’d have no need for cable TV stations like HGTV. We wouldn’t need Pinterest either. And we'd all be saying, "Martha, who?"
So I guess I should simply accept my addiction to twinkly lights.
And I should also recognize that the Procrastination Queen isn’t dead. She’s only in hibernation.