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Deck the Halls and Ignore the Mess

I love to get started with decorating for Christmas right after Thanksgiving.  I mean, if I'm going to go to the trouble to decorate, I might as well enjoy it for a while, right?  But if I were to leave the tree up until spring, I think it would whisper "procrastinator!" every time I would walk by.  Where's the joy in that?  So, I try for an early start.

I had every intention of sharing photos of my lovely, decorated house in a blog post yesterday.  The trouble is, I'm not Martha Stewart.  The trees are up, but my house is a mess.  I'm not done.  The boxes of lights for the outside are plopped unceremoniously in the entry.  Many of the empty boxes which held the ornaments are still waiting to be returned to the attic.  And the rest-of-the-year decorations which were removed to make way for the Christmas stuff have yet to be hidden from view.  (To be honest, even Martha Stewart has to get the boxes down from the attic or where ever she stores them.  I think.)

As I mentioned in this post, it is a myth that some people skate through life in spotless houses.  That post seemed to resonate with the real women I know, so I've decided to resist the urge to make my house perfect (as if that is even in my capability!) prior to sharing these photos.  I'm enjoying the Christmas decorations, even though this is still a work-in-progress. 


(Thanks to puppy, the carpet cleaner is oft-used, and as a result, chairs get moved around while the floor dries!)


Welcome!  Don't trip over a box!  (I actually did just that two nights ago.  I've got the bruise to prove it, too.  Life can be messy.)


The table holds a bunch of stuff.  Over the next few days, I'm going to organize the display into something beautiful.  I love the anticipation of possibility!


This is the first year we've had this tall tree.  It was a bargain at a garage sale this summer.  When I went to set it up, I realized it was missing something.  Fortunately, John was able to make a stand in no time flat!


I know it's cramped, but I love displaying the nativities on the mantle. 

Even with the messes, Christmas brings a sense of peace, along with anticipation.  Peaceful anticipation sounds like it should be an oxymoron, but somehow it is fitting in December.

May you enjoy this season, messes and all. 

Thankful thought:  Thanks for the sights, smells, sounds, tastes, and above all, the feel of Christmas!

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  1. Thanks, Martha! Slowly but surely I'm getting there.

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  2. I like seeing other peoples' Christmas trees.Everytime we have one I snap a picture of it.We change our decorations sometimes and see the different colors.That is a nice tree and big too.P.S. Thanks for joining my site.

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