Writer's Block: Tinsel town
Nov. 30th, 2009 11:30 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
I do. I put up a tree and a wreath and I swap out things like table runners and placemats and throws and bed quilts with their Christmas-themed counterparts. I also have some other decorations (a set of china angels and choirboys) that are family heirlooms (which is why they come out in spite of their incongruity with my current religious beliefs). I also buy a new ornament for my tree every year.
Four years ago I had shoulder surgery on December 23rd, and was unable to go get a live tree, and I discovered how much it means to me to have a tree and everything, even though I live alone. So the next year I bought a fake tree "just for emergencies" and haven't used a real tree since [g]. In my defense, I live in the Pacific Northwest, and if I want the smell of fresh evergreen, all I have to do is step out my back door.
My decorations usually go up the second week in December, and come down within a day or two after Christmas. There's nothing quite as forlorn in appearance to my mind as a Christmas tree after the presents are gone.
I do. I put up a tree and a wreath and I swap out things like table runners and placemats and throws and bed quilts with their Christmas-themed counterparts. I also have some other decorations (a set of china angels and choirboys) that are family heirlooms (which is why they come out in spite of their incongruity with my current religious beliefs). I also buy a new ornament for my tree every year.
Four years ago I had shoulder surgery on December 23rd, and was unable to go get a live tree, and I discovered how much it means to me to have a tree and everything, even though I live alone. So the next year I bought a fake tree "just for emergencies" and haven't used a real tree since [g]. In my defense, I live in the Pacific Northwest, and if I want the smell of fresh evergreen, all I have to do is step out my back door.
My decorations usually go up the second week in December, and come down within a day or two after Christmas. There's nothing quite as forlorn in appearance to my mind as a Christmas tree after the presents are gone.