Monday, January 22, 2007
I'm Not Crazy; I'm Just a Bit "Touched in the Head"
My Christmas Tree is still up.
Covered in Snowbabies and burgundy balls, the 7’, pre-lit monstrosity is still standing and making my relatively spacious living room seem small.
Ally insists it’s “cozy”, I insist it’s “cramped”.
But regardless of the adjectives, the tree will remain – at least a bit longer.
Just call me the Holiday Miss Havisham.
Be grateful that I didn’t stop the clocks in my house to reflect the time it was erected and adopt a daughter to teach my Christmas obsessed ways to.
I can not bring myself to take it down.
I have good intentions. I honestly do.
I pulled out the Rubbermaid containers holding each Snowbaby’s individual box and began to identify their corresponding ornaments on the tree.
I removed the first ornament and began to put it in the box . . .
But then something compelled me to hang it back on the tree.
And fluff some of the branches.
Oh . . . and put on one of the Christmas albums I received as a surprise gift.
Yeah, I know, I’ve lost it.
Call the men with their butterfly nets and send them to outfit me in a straight jacket, preferably black - - it is my signature color.
I deserve to be locked away. If for no other reason than I’m becoming one of those people I make fun of.
You know the ones that still have their Christmas lights hanging sadly from their eaves in March and you drive by and think “Could you be more lazy? Get out there and take that stuff down, man!”
I do, at least, close my blinds before I plug in the lights thus ensuring my neighbors can’t see that I’ve become some deranged Christmas addict/lunatic.
I keep the stereo at a moderate volume to disguise the sounds of caroling.
And I did finally remove the berry garlands from my console and dining room tables.
As well as the sit around decorations. But the tree and the music, I’m not as willing to give up.
I’ve given myself until the next major commercial holiday to take it down.
Do me a favor and check on me at Valentine’s. If the tree is still up, I will seek psychiatric care.