My neighbors hauled in a Christmas tree this weekend. Actually, they hauled in three. I got to listen to the cursing and the directions and banging and more cursing. Two guys pulling each tree up the stairs as two women stood at the top and discussed decorations. My downstairs neighbor (to the back) just set up a huge lighted star just outside their hedge.
As I sit here I am watching the couple across the way put Christmas lights up on their deck. Their neighbors are already glowing blue and white – deck, windows and all.
On a walk Sunday (between downpours) I greeted no less than a dozen neighbors who were furiously putting up lights on eaves, decorating fences and arranging festive displays.
Me? I’m not putting up my Christmas tree this year.
It’s not a bah humbug thing, I promise. I have been blasting Christmas carols for two weeks now. Andrea Bocelli has been crooning Adeste Fidelis and Silent Night next to Bruce Cockburn‘s and the Barenaked Ladies’ Christmas offerings on my iPod. Christmas cookies have been made (chocolate brownie hedgehogs, to be exact); and it certainly feels like Christmas outside: cold, crisp, and clear.
Still, the notion of hauling out the tree (artificial; allergic to the real thing), hauling out the Box O’ Christmas joy, weaving the lights and placing the ornaments sounds tiring. Normally this is something I love. I once, I kid you not, decorated close to 50 Christmas trees in a single day. I was a window trimmer for a department store and we had three days to get 250 trees decorated. That did not dampen my enthusiasm for tree trimming one little bit. In fact, I was probably annoyingly cheerful about it.
Yet, this year, not so much.
I think it is because there is just so much to anticipate this year. I will be seeing a number of good friends this year. I will be spending more time at my Dad’s house this year (normally I am rushing in and out because, well, Las Vegas and New Year’s). The tree thing seems to be too much. Too much of a good thing, maybe. Or maybe it just feels a bit over the top.
It doesn’t stop me from enjoying all the other decorations. I love that people go all out. I even love the silly inflatable decorations (one house nearby has a giant inflatable ‘snow globe’ ). I have to smile at the folks who put Christmas wreaths on the front grill of their car. I suppose if you are truly in the spirit, you just want to take it with you everywhere. And my friend Margo pointed out that the ugly/silly Christmas sweaters are popping up. Always a good sign.
So, yeah, I don’t think there will be a Christmas tree at Chateau Vinewoman this year. I don’t think there will be lights. Then again, it is only Dec. 3rd, right?