I don’t have any Thanksgiving decorations. I always see them in Walmart (around, uh, AUGUST or so) and think to myself, “I really need a wreath made out of fake orange leaves.” And then I talk myself out of it, because I know I’d take it down the day after Thanksgiving and promptly lose it. I KNOW where the Halloween stuff is, and I KNOW where the Christmas stuff is: stuffed into about thirty boxes in the rafters of my garage! One little wreath just doesn’t have a home, y’know? I’d lose it, and then be all angry and bitter the next November, when I couldn’t find it. So I don’t.

And then I find myself in this no-man’s-land between Halloween and Christmas. I still have about nine boxes of Halloween costumes and decor, neatly stacked up in the living room, just waiting to make their way back out to the garage. I can’t drag the tree in until that stuff is GONE. And, since this is our first year in this house, I’m excited and can’t wait to decorate. Hurry up, husband! Put away the Halloween stuff so I can break out the Christmas stuff! (Translation: move your motorcycle out of the way so I can get to the ladder.)
The kids and I were talking about Christmas yesterday, and came to the realization that it’s a mere six weeks from right now! I think we should get that tree up THIS WEEKEND. Seriously. I’m going to be worn out from cooking all day on Thanksgiving, and probably won’t be in the mood to do it then. Why not now? I missed having a tree up last year, since we moved over Christmas weekend – I should get to make up for lost time.

The only thing bringing me down is that damned Dora Christmas CD the kids keep listening to. It might get lost soon, I’m thinking.