Traditionally, we’re adamant that Christmas decor remains in the box until after Thanksgiving. Those beloved holiday tunes shan’t be heard prior to carving the turkey.
Until last year when we cheated by decking the halls a few days early. We found that we enjoyed the long-weekend with family even more so having already completed the task of trimming the tree, and decided that timeline would become our new normal.
And our normal that shall be… next year. This year, well, let’s just say we can blame it on the snow. The arctic storm that swept through last weekend made the desire to winterfy our home irresistible. We spent all Sunday afternoon listening to crooner’s Christmas carols, drinking hot cocoa, and carefully placing each and every piece of Yuletide in its proper spot. Since every good snow day is made complete with a project, we even crafted a few wooden ornaments for our tree.
Kel battled with the lights, I stubbed my toe walking around totes of decorations (more than once), and we both agreed that the imperfectly hung garland would have to be good enough. With just enough real-life moments built in, it was the epitome of an ordinary day. So standard, in fact, that over time the details will surely blur as that time we decorated early fades into merely a snippet amongst a lifetime of memories.
But that’s OK with me. I love days like that. Days that nothing special happens and we find ourselves in sweatshirts and fuzzy stockings. When we laugh hysterically simply because we are amused by our dance moves, and good conversation inevitably trumps the to-do list.
It’s days like that that remind us how truly remarkable “nothing special” can be.
Hugs,
-m
