First weekend of December is done, and already two Christmas parties down. Talk about a busy weekend. I'm happy to say both were fun events. One was client related, on a boat, a fun evening where we even danced some. The big plus about it was the fact it was walking distance from our place. Hubby could drink, and I wasn't the designated driver. The other one was with my meditation group. Always a fun time, with good food, lots of gifts and usually an early night. This year was no different. Over the years some members became friends more than acquaintances so it makes the evening a pleasant one.
Last week, was a busy week for me. I've been feeling a little overwhelmed and my office is showing signs of it all. Unlike Hubby, I do work with lots of papers, but for some reason, lately they seem to spread around like peanut butter on a toast. I have to clear my head, thus my desk and get things in order. Once all my Christmas cards will be sent out, that will liberate a big chunk of my desk; after all over 100 cards do take space.
While watching a show, one evening last week, I said to Hubby I thought of not putting up our tree this year. He looked at me funny, not because he didn't believe me, but because he thought I loved Christmas too much not to have my tree. He was/is right. I do love Christmas, sitting by my tree looking at it in all its beauty, lights flickering, the feel of it all, how festive it makes the house, and yet, this year, when I think of putting up the tree I only see the work it involves. It's not like me to walk away from something I enjoy but let's be honest here, who likes the work it represents? There is a lot of work involve in doing this, especially if you like to decorate, which I do, for three weeks or so. Yesterday we went to our storage facility (that's another piece of the puzzle, all my Christmas stuff is in storage, a few blocks away from here, which means two car trips for Hubby to bring me the goods and two others for after) and brought home the tree, the wreath and a few other things. He was to go back to get the lights and the decorations. When I came home late after my last party I told him I really wasn't making a tree this year. I will decorate a little; I did put up the wreath. I will hang all the cards we'll get. But I won't be making a tree, not this year. Maybe it is also due to the fact Hubby decreed there would be no gifts exchange between us this year. He's been saying that for years, but I always got him to change his mind. We've spent a lot this year. And there was one purchase we've made we had agreed it was our Christmas gift. But I really like to give and love to unwrapped a little something... He's not budging. Yet. Oh well, at least I know I'll be going to my mother's!
So, no Christmas lights (because of our windows. he, he), no tree... does that mean we're turning into a Humbug family? I don't think so! I love Christmas, in my house, but going to a mall or anywhere else for that matter, I find people go crazy this time of year... so being inside with my lovey is all good, even if it won't be as joyous... but I take console in knowing I won't get depressed come January because I have to take everything down... it will already be down!
Tomorrow will be at Flurrious' turn to keep this roulette going!