I guess you could say I surrendered today. I donít have room for the big Christmas tree this year, because Iím giving temporary refuge to a sofa thatís in transition from Mom, who has a new recliner just like mine and doesnít need a sofa any more, to Eric, who doesnít have a place to put a sofa but expects to in another month or six. Itís fine, though. The extra furniture gives me another flat surface to sort and collate work product on. It just takes up space, and so: no big tree.
So I wasnít going to decorate at all (not in protest, you understand, or even in humbuggery (ooh, not a good-looking word at all)), but in lethargy. (Should it be bahhumbuggery instead?) But today, the sun came out and it was warmer than itís been for awhile (even though my birdbath was frozen over when I got up this
afternoon morning), so I surrendered to the season and got the big box of decorative plastic items out of the garage.
Itís definitely more festive around here now, with the two little trees up, along with various figurines in the shape of Santa, bears, and Santa-bears. One little tree is all fluffy and doesnít take ornaments. The other one will hold a few ornaments, so I picked out some that would fit the space and not make the branches hang too low. One of them is the one David colored for me when he was four. The others are more or less random.