Fa-la-la-la-la, la-freakin'-la...

The week that was...

"Santa's Helper aka/The Better Half"

December 2 - December 9, 2013

Project 52 (50/52)

I love Christmas. But I'm kinda having a hard time getting into the spirit this year.  Could be a lot of reasons.  The one year anniversary of my Pop's passing, another close family member facing a serious health issue, Thing #2 living so far away, the busy-ness of our lives, Miley Cyrus and her twerking, the economy of Greece, global warming, Ohio State losing to Michigan State (with apologies to my Ohio peeps, HA!  Kidding, totally made my day seeing Urban Meyer pouting on the sideline).  Who really knows!  I'm just getting tired of playing hide-and-seek with my Ho-Ho-Ho.  It WILL get here.  It always does.  It's just late.  Must be stuck somewhere in the U.S. Postal delivery system with that package from Williams Sonoma I ordered.

In the meantime...I decorated last week.  At least the house can look nice for my Christmas spirit when it finally decides to pay me a visit.  I use to go balls to the wall with the Christmas decorating.  Those who see the inside of my house now would say "USE to????"  Bah-humbug, it's all relative. Whatcha see now, is nothing compared to what I use to do.  My basement storage looks like a  Christmas warehouse.  Anyone looking for specific decorations?  I probably have it in the dungeon, and I freely share my wealth. Yes, the abundance was embarrassing when we moved a few years ago.  I avoided eye-contact with my moving guys when they were lugging my Christmas emporium to new digs.

But I've been cutting back on the decorating each of the past few years.  Where it use to be a joy.  I'm finding it's becoming a bit more of a chore. And the season just seems so darn short this year for all the effort.  There are pitfalls that happen each year that are beginning to suck some of the fun out of decking my halls profusely.  Seriously Santa, all I want for Christmas is...

1.  A 10 foot pre-lit Christmas tree (that I paid a ransom for)...where ALL the lights are pre-lit.  95% ain't gonna cut it.

2.  Candles in my windows where the timers actually work,  and do what I tell them to do.

3.  Ladders that are tall enough to reach where I need to go...but weigh nothing.  All my ladders need to go to Weight Watchers.

4.  Glittery ornaments that are possessive of their glitter.  I don't like it all over my hands, face, and floors. 

5.  Evergreen garlands that don't lose pieces.  My dogs seem to think the pieces make great chew toys.  Who wants to clean up after a sick dog after decorating?  Fa-la-la-la-la, la-freakin'-la.

6.  An elevator.  I must be getting old.  LOTS of decorations means LOTS of trudging up and down the stairs from the basement hauling boxes. If I can't get an elevator, can I at least get buns of steel?

7.  Snow when I'm decorating.  It totally helps put ya in a deck-the-halls kinda mood.  But then I want it to magically disappear because I don't want to have to drive in the snow to Target to pick up more lights.

8.  Brain cells smart enough to take advantage of a warmer weather day to put up the outdoor decorations instead of waiting til it's 30 degrees with a wind chill of 15.

9.  A GIIIINORMOUS roll of saran wrap to wrap my trees up nice and tight to store "as is" til next Christmas.

10.  My own personal elves to put all the cr@p away on January 2nd.  I'll be at Starbucks, they can text me when they are done.  Don't forget the candles in the windows with the bum timers.


Okay, okay.  Despite the annoyances I've gotta admit my house looks pretty darn festive.  You'd THINK whoever decorated it was in a Christmas kinda mood.  She WILL be...soon.  Fa-la-la-la-la.

Here's where I'm linking up today ..."The Party's On"

Please join me on Sundays for Song-ography.

This week's song title is Michael Buble's "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas."