It was my daughter’s Christmas concert today, so Husband took a day off. We really needed this extra time to do a few Christmas-related things. Husband bought the Christmas tree, then got all the decorations and lights from the outbuilding. After the concert and after school, we all decorated the tree. I say all, but my 19-month old’s contribution was poking the tree then licking his hand. I let my daughter decorate most of the tree despite my obsessive compulsive tendencies. If it was up to me, there would be colour coordination and even spacing between ornaments. But, I am a mother. And I have a five-year old who could spend all day decorating, so I must chill out.
For those of you who don’t know much about Americans and Christmas. Americans are not big into tinsel. For those of you not familiar with British people, they seem to love tinsel. Both statements are a bit sweeping, so please be aware that there are exceptions. Anyway, Husband loves tinsel as does all his family. I do not. I think it looks tacky. But I am such a sweet, wonderful wife (what? I am!), that I allow tinsel in my home. And. On. My. Tree.
But even though the house and tree aren’t decorated exactly to my taste, the house feels Christmassy and I wouldn’t change a thing. Okay, fine, I took some of the tinsel off the tree after the kids went to bed. Sue me.