So, just around about the time that moderate people put up their Christmas trees.....
Ours has already undergone a major transformation.
Once vibrant, and yea- the very epitaph of the season's arrival....
Now, mere rubble cluttering up this uptown, upscale neighbourhood.
Oh, the pressures.
The bitter disappointments.
My intial reaction was one of serenity.... What's the word they use now? Yin? Yan? Shwin fooey?
Well, I admit- the simplicity of an empty, swept up corner made me feel strangely peaceful.
And I honestly questioned: What's so bad about a Christmas Bench?!
But then I remembered how my children had spent hours shopping, wrapping, decorating, counting sleeps.
A Christmas bench somehow didn't seem quite adequate.
Exquisate, yes. Adequate? no.
So, we did it all over again.
Impossible offspring- they said it wasn't good enough. hmmmph.
Ah well. My daytime kids were in the holiday spirit, and more than a little enthusiastic about starting all over again. So, we untangled a wad of lights, hung up some different baubles than experiment #1, and resplendant in festive footwear, we had at 'er again.