Wednesday - Decorating For Three
Dec. 7th, 2005 10:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermoreToday, there was no drive into work as I am at home with a sick toddler. While he naps away his cold, I am trying to decorate my Christmas tree.
There will be no hand-blown glass ornaments on it this year. Having a one-year-old in the house changes Christmas in more ways than one. The tree is done up in brass bells and fabric ornaments, with a wooden ornament here and there. Mushroom birds with lichen wings and tails and seed eyes will sit perched on the branches. There is a bit of tinsel here and there and a dozen doily snowflakes that I sewed glass beads on one year when I was in my snow phase will dangle from the boughs. The whole idea is to have a tree full of stuff that won't shatter when a scooter toy ridden by a 21-pound boy rams into it from the side and sends it tumbling into the fireplace.
I wonder if the Carney noticed I didn't drive by this morning? Sometimes he sees me, and sometimes he doesn't. Yesterday I heard him playing "Silent Night" on his harmonica as I drove by, and it kind of surprised me. I'll be damned; people that you think would hate Christmas turn out to be all soft and fuzzy on the holiday, whereas often the treacly sweet souls who forward you God-Luvs-Ya emails confess that they dread this time of year.
I guess I should have learned by now never to make assumptions. Life is funny, and people are a mystery. I like it that way. It makes it an interesting world to wake up in each day.
There will be no hand-blown glass ornaments on it this year. Having a one-year-old in the house changes Christmas in more ways than one. The tree is done up in brass bells and fabric ornaments, with a wooden ornament here and there. Mushroom birds with lichen wings and tails and seed eyes will sit perched on the branches. There is a bit of tinsel here and there and a dozen doily snowflakes that I sewed glass beads on one year when I was in my snow phase will dangle from the boughs. The whole idea is to have a tree full of stuff that won't shatter when a scooter toy ridden by a 21-pound boy rams into it from the side and sends it tumbling into the fireplace.
I wonder if the Carney noticed I didn't drive by this morning? Sometimes he sees me, and sometimes he doesn't. Yesterday I heard him playing "Silent Night" on his harmonica as I drove by, and it kind of surprised me. I'll be damned; people that you think would hate Christmas turn out to be all soft and fuzzy on the holiday, whereas often the treacly sweet souls who forward you God-Luvs-Ya emails confess that they dread this time of year.
I guess I should have learned by now never to make assumptions. Life is funny, and people are a mystery. I like it that way. It makes it an interesting world to wake up in each day.
