Finally took down my Christmas tree.
Scratch that; I paid my daughter to take it down.
You think I'm just getting into the spirit of April Fool's day, but it's the truth–I simply couldn't go into the second quarter with the tree still standing.
Especially since it went up before Halloween. It's been decorated for six months.
SO not okay.
About seven months ago we decided to build a garage to replace the shed out back. This entailed tearing down the shed…which entailed bringing the contents of the shed inside. So that my bedroom looks like this:
(You like my new front door there in the corner?)
And my dining room looks like this:
Need I go on? There are rooms that don't contain shed stuff, but not many. Just the rooms in which I do daycare, really.
Anyway, after stepping over the tree for a month, we let the kids put it up, all intervening holidays aside; it takes up less room in the vertical position, you see. And then the empty ornament boxes can be stacked inside one another, too. Unfortunately the County Building department was not very cooperative and the process drug on, and on and everything is still in my house.
Despite the historical accuracy of early spring being Christ's birth, and the fact that the tree took up less room decorated and standing, I just couldn't bear to have it up through Easter.
So it all came down. Tree, nativity, all of it. Cost me $20, and the tree is back on the dining room floor but now I can see out my windows.
Don't you love the airy, post-Christmas decor feeling of a living room, newly stripped?