Underneath the stairwell, in the farthest corner beyond arm's reach are the Christmas decorations for our home. If it were as simple as to open the broom closet and go underneath the stairs our nativity and our fake Christmas tree would be center stage in our living room, sparkling. In order to reach the Christmas decoration I have to remove the vacuum cleaner, the broom, two buckets, and a ton of things that do not have a home and yet find a home there.
It is daunting to put up Christmas.
Even more so with the boxes of brocante stuff still scattered around the house from the last buying trip. Opening one of them I found a stash of holy cards. What is it with these little old paper things that make me stop in my tracks and put my good intentions on the burner? Sitting down with a cup of tea I admired their details while in the back of my mind I heard myself saying, "Corey you have got to get going Christmas is in a few days time, you do not have time to be lolly-gagging around." Instead of taking heed I hummed a few Christmas Carols and put a lid on my thoughts.
I work well under pressure, more so when it is self afflicted.
French Husband rang, bringing me back to the real world with, "Corey it is going to snow."
"Snow?" I repeated, "Honey, how can it snow when the sky is blue?"
Then the strangest thing happened two seconds after I spoke to French Husband, the blue sky vanished and snowflakes started waltzing through the air.
Okay, maybe the holy cards and tea made it seem like two seconds…. but it wasn't more than a few minutes!
Holy cow I did not plan on snow. Snow makes my tardiness a hazard. You
see tomorrow is Chelsea's 20th birthday… and she invited a couple
zillion people over for dinner and I gotta feeling I might not sleep
tonight or the next few nights for that matter.
Sacha called. My boy-boy who loves Christmas decorations. He added flame underneath my seat, "Mom today after my last final I'll help you put up the tree…"
I guess squeezing under the stairwell is where you will find me. That is what I get for being the smallest person in the house… the joy of squeezing under the stairwell is mine!
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