The Whacked-out Time-Warp of Holiday Decorating

I had felt the effects for over six years now,
it is amazing. I didn’t expect any of it this year,
what with all the crappiness going on between the two of us.

I started some minor touches for Yule tonight.
I had been needing to finish the wreath for the front door.
I mean, how sad…the swag for fall was still up.
A man has to protect his ID card!

It turned out great. Simple but loaded and very festive.
I will try to get a photo tomorrow when there’s some daylight…

Since I had the glue gun up and running…
I decided to finish trimming the chairs that my mom and sister
have helped to recover. They look fantastic!
I busted a zipper putting the new seat cover on the cushion – dammit.
Luckily, ya can’t tell when the chair is all together.
My mom and I can deal with it after the holidays.

Back to decorating and cleaning up some of the clutter of boxes and tissue.

Next thing I know… one thirty AM!
Holy shite! And still going strong when I was tired at 4pm.
That is why I love the whole holiday decorating thing so much.
Or perhaps that happens because I love it so much…

Back in my days as a pansy poker…
I started to notice that, even though exhausted from the holiday
busy season, I could come home and decorate for hours, never getting tired
and never getting tired of it.

When I was working for Trapps here in KCMO,
a co-worker said after he heard all the crazy shit I was putting up,
“You’ll get tired of it soon enough…”
Dude, I was already doing the stuff at shops for seven years.

I do not get tired of the holidays, maybe the poor attitudes of others,
but not the holidays itself…

So tonight, I did the door wreath.
Added 150 twisted tin icicles to the living room tree,
set up the top of the stereo cabinet.
Packed away most the emptied boxes.
FINALLY found the proper extension cord and surge boxes
and switched them out.
And did the grocery shopping for tomorrow’s cookie-a-thon….
planning on burning through at least three pounds of butter
in cookies tomorrow alone…

And we might have a special guest cookie-maker.

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