I accomplished nothing over the weekend except drinking with an elf and sleeping forever.   It’s only day two and I’ve lost the Xmas decorating spirit.  In the past, such a mood happened near the end.  No amount of glitter improved that mood.

Disorganized Glittery Madness

Disorganized Glittery Madness

Oh well.  Trudge along.

I did manage a decision on tree placement and brought in the never-ending boxes and containers from the garage.  This year there will be two seven feet trees, three four to five feet trees, and numerous urn trees in various sizes.

One of the white trees will be black and silver as I bought too many black and silver ornaments during the clearance sales last year.  I love a sale, especially at 90% off.  I had thought about using purple lights on that tree, but do not want to spend 50 bucks in lights for that tree when I have so many light sets anyway. White lights win.

This year is about using what I have as I ran out of storage years ago.  As I type that, more than likely I will manage a few new ornaments.

Let me drink more coffee and attempt the War on this rainy day.

Red Tinsel Tree Emerges From Its Box

Red Tinsel Tree Emerges From Its Box

Previously: A Preamble for The War in Defense of Christmas

Update: The red tinsel tree had a baby.

redtreebaby

I successfully got a seven feet tree out of the box and standing.  I thought I could fluff with the existing lights, but I cannot.  All lights must go.  I  battle the nutcrackers for refreshment as I wage war with Christmas lights.  It might take a few days of endless screams and rants.  Lights are an unruly beast that make the most patience person reach for a doll, the happy pill as some might say;  the most popular coping mechanism in this fair land.

The kittens enjoy this time of the year because toys increase by a thousand fold.  I just caught Mr. Dagny in a tree box.  He despises cameras and once I click on, he’s out of there.  He would be an excellent paparazzi avoidance teacher or in this case paparazzo.

I try to fight the War, but my usual decoratin’ joy is maudlin and go through the motions.  Twinkling lights and glitter do not offer the same satisfaction.  Call it age, a decrepit economy, or general malaise.

I will continue the War and hopefully reach at minimum, content.  It might be best to stay drunk for the duration. Maudlin, here I come.

Pass me a happy pill.

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