What I’m about to show you will probably make you itchier than if you were suffering a bad case of Shingles.
I’m going to show you what our house looks like from Thanksgiving to New Year’s Day.
I wouldn’t call it chaos, and I wouldn’t call it organized. Organized chaos, is perhaps, the kindest way of looking at how we decorate our home for the holidays. Check that, how my husband, Serge, decorates our home for the holidays.
I learned many, many years ago that my help is not welcome. Oh, he may pretend like he welcomes it but if I do attempt to put together one, tiny holiday scene, a little greenery here, some pine cones there — he will change it. He tries to be subtle about it but he. will. change. it. While he was gone the other day I tried to decorate a tiny tree we have in the little “pub” we have in our house. I thought it looked pretty cute but last night I noticed he had completely rearranged everything I had so thoughtfully placed on the tree.
Serge has very particular ideas about holiday decorating, you see. And no, it doesn’t involve some Martha Stewart land of Christmas tree balls placed in glass vases centered on mantles, nor does it involve some carefully placed boughs of holly with lights twined throughout.
No. When Serge decks his halls he does so as if he’s throwing a party for fifty 5-year-olds. Lights everywhere. Ornaments aren’t just for the tree, y’all. If he can hang something from it, he will do so. I have giant ornaments hanging from my dining room chandelier, as of this typing. And he prefers “vintage” decorations. The kind of stuff your Grandma would have in her house when you were a little kid and dashed over the river and through the woods for a holiday visit. This ain’t no modern silver and gold theme, no sleek winter white wonderland with touches of red for color, this is a rainbow of colors. Skittles have nothing on our house, right now. Miles of multi-colored lights twining around doors and paintings and furniture. Ornaments hanging from every hook, nail or splinter of wood or dried booger that can be found.
And here’s the thing. I love it. I love the whirlwind of it all. The Christmasified winter wonderland that is our home throughout the entire season. I realized that no amount of Martha Stewarting can compete with straight up Christmas chaos. Especially when kids are involved. Kids don’t care about Martha and her decked halls. In fact, Martha is a kid’s worst enemy. Kids want to manhandle decorations and glory in the madness of it all, not get yelled at by mom to quit messing with her bay leaf and pomegranate garland.
So keep your your yuletide topiaries, your pine cone rossette centerpieces and your delicate doily paper wreaths, your matching hoo-ha and dippety d0os. I’m elbow deep in a crapload of old-fashioned tinsel and creepy looking Santa Clauses from 1955 and loving every minute of it.
Check it out.
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