I love decorating for the holidays. There is so much anticipation of the season to come as we drag the boxes out of the attic and pull out each of our beloved decorations.
I enjoy remembering who gave us Laurel’s baby’s first Christmas ornament or the Hawaiian vacation, when we bought the wooden turtle that has a prized spot on the tree each year. One of my favorite parts is always helping Trevor set up the Christmas village.
And it is so much fun to step back and admire how festive the house looks all adorned for the season.
But with an equal, if not stronger passion, I despise un-decorating the house and packing away the ornaments, wreaths and nativity figurines. It might be the hours of work that it takes to put everything away and sweep every last tree needle from my house. Or it might be sadness because taking down the tree means the holiday season is over.
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Sometime in the next few days, I will take on the dreaded task, but this year I have decided to take a different approach. Instead of dwelling on the end of the season, I am going to try to remember how much I will enjoy seeing the glass balls and festive placemats in 11 months.
And just in case that doesn’t work, I am going to keep one small decoration out all year to remind me to keep the Christmas spirit in my heart all the time.
Read Jennifer Gregory’s entire blog at TriangleMom2Mom.com/blogs/the_middle_years.