decorating

 

 

Confession.

With each passing year I am losing the enthusiasm to decorate for Christmas.

Ugh!

One commenter said on Donna Boucher's recent post

"it must have to do with being in our 50's."

 

I am a bit tired ....

of hauling the bins from the crawl space,

of picking through the knick-knacks and garlands and light strands and coffee mugs

to decide what gets used and what stays in the bins.

And for what?

Yes, to serve as a reminder of the coming and the hope of Christ,

though I can do that in my words and thoughts and actions and prayers and worship.

But then who am I to forego my mother's electric candles in the windows,

a simple tree adorned with lights and 35 years of ornaments?

Would I regret it come December 24?

 

So two days ago, Katie and I hauled out the bins

and in a less-than-reverent voice I announced,

"one hour! I'm only doing this for one hour!"

And that's what we did.

That evening Bill said,

"the house looks nice. Thank you."

 

More on this topic later!