It doesn’t really feel like Christmas this year, and not just because of the mild weather.
With all the baby and construction activity going on, we didn’t have the time or energy to hang Christmas lights on the house or even put up a tree. It’s sad, reallyâ€” we’ll actually be at home during Christmas this year instead of traveling to visit family.
But the thought of dragging all those boxes out of the basement, decorating the house and then the worst partâ€” taking it all down when there’s a newborn baby in the houseâ€” just wasn’t appealing. At all. I’m pretty sure we’d still have Christmas in our house in June.
A few days ago, though, Dave surprised me with a mini tree. It’s a little cheesy; it’s one of those fiber-optic trees with colors on the tips of the branches that change constantly, and it’s almost creepy because the changing colors make it look like the branches are moving. But it’s a tree.
So the only inkling of Christmas in our house is a festive red tablecloth on the dining room table, topped with a funny little mini Christmas tree surrounded by presents.