Decking the Halls
My mother always had an artistic vision when it came to decorating. Christmas was no exception.
Over the years, old sentimental holiday trinkets and misshapen child-crafted ornaments quietly disappeared and were replaced with impeccable, streamlined, retail-worthy decor.
Although soulless, it was gorgeous.
One of these family Christmases sticks out to me as a reminder that no matter how meticulous, thought-out and well-planned our Christmas may begin, we are never fully in control.
Sh*t, as they say, still happens!
Epilogue: Eventually my father got to do Christmas his way after he reached retirement. To my mother’s horror, her front yard was dotted with three twinkling, animatronic reindeer.
It was horrendous. AND. AMAZING.
Thanks for reading and wishing you and yours a memorable Christmas this year! (=