The Fretful Mother's Blog

They don’t take themselves down, nor do they put themselves back in the basement. So there they sit, plastered all over the house well after the holiday has passed. It seemed so great while I was putting them up. There was no end to the festivity. However, I am now hating Christmas.
It seems like a lot of work. And I’m not sure the decorations even added that much to it. The kids seemed more interested in the presents and the songs. We didn’t have anyone over, so it’s not like I had to impress anyone. I’m not really sure of the purpose of the decorations.
Someone should invent a disposable Christmas. Literally everything should be thrown out. Stockings, ornaments, family members, etc. You name it, it can be thrown out. Until that time comes, I’m going to rethink my efforts. One ornament per child is my limit. And they have to promise to put it away once they’re finished. It’s the only way to guarantee my Christmas wish: that I won’t fall down the stairs carrying the three pieces of the tree, followed by two ginormous boxes of crap. You can never be too safe.

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