Sunday, December 12, 2010
Okay. I've started. Evil Santa is plugged in.
He's my favorite Christmas decoration except for my nativity scene. I haven't put that up yet but I will.
I got Santa at a Goodwill a few years ago and until he's plugged in, he does not look so evil. But boy-oh-boy, once he's lit from within, he just radiates menace and cruelty. Which is why I love him, of course. He's old, he's vintage, he's BAD!
Happy, happy! Joy! Joy!
Mr. Moon, of his very own accord and volition, put lights on the fence and the front of the house. I was rather astounded. But I am also rather delighted. It came out good.
I like to dress up the old lady for Christmas. And I love the big old-fashioned colored light bulbs. I know some people like to find a theme and stick to it. Blue. White. Gold.
Yeah. Not me.
I am not afraid of color. I love it. And if there's a theme to any part of my life it is chaos. Or maybe eccentric eclecticism.
Okay. Maybe it's just trashy.
But I tell you what- I do love a good Christmas light display. So much so that I keep lights up all year 'round in various places. I also keep the collection of my husband's family's Christmas ornaments up all year 'round.
Fuck it. If it's good in December, it's good in July.
Then again, I'm the person who gets her tree down and its ornaments packed away on Dec. 26th. I have no idea why that is but I am just compelled to do that. I know people who keep their trees up until after New Years. That would drive my ass crazy. And it's not like I don't love trees! I do!
Oh well. That's me.
I used to work with a woman at Weight Watchers who lived somewhere far out in the country and on about November 2nd she would announce that she had put up ten thousand, four hundred and ninety five Christmas lights around her double-wide. Or some number like that. An astounding number! And she was so proud of herself! She also had a Christmas party every year and every year I was invited and somehow figured out how to avoid going. I think one of the reasons I had to quit working for Weight Watchers was that I was running out of excuses for not attending that party.
Look- she drank wine out of boxes. Need I say more?
Anyway, here we are, it's about to get colder than hell. It's going to get down to 25 degrees tonight and 22 tomorrow. We will be suffering, believe me. The wind is already making the remaining leaves on the Bradford pears shiver with a stiff rustling sound which does not bode well for us thin-blooded people. Or for the leaves, either.
But we are cozy inside and the outside is brightly lit. I even went by the CVS and bought a string of lights which are shaped like stars and change color. Mr. Moon hung them over the kitchen door for me and I am so charmed by them that I probably won't take them down but will leave them up until they die of their own accord.
Those two door-frame hugging cherubs stay up all year 'round too. Why take 'em down? They're precious. Plus, I bought them years ago from my friend Lynn's son Dylan when he was doing a school fund raiser. They have meaning, they have memories associated with them. And they're just so darn cute.
For someone who hates Christmas, I certainly do keep a lot of Christmasy stuff up all the time. And maybe that's it for me- why should we have a holiday where we all try real hard to express the joy of giving, the joy of lights, the joy of babies and mothers and trees when I celebrate that stuff every day of the year?
Okay. Christmas morning is the only day of the year that we have pastries for breakfast. I admit that. But as to the rest of it- well, every day is a miracle to me that I wake up and get up and can enjoy my coffee.
And besides that, the dogs pee on the Christmas tree and god knows I can't put presents under it because they'd pee on those too.
Well, as The Band said, You take what you need and you leave the rest.
It's not a Christmas carol but there are horns and they were the very best band ever to come out of North America in my opinion.
And this old lady, this house of mine, was six years old in the winter of '65, which is when they're singing about.
1865, that is.
And here it is, the winter of 2010.
I am taking what I need and leaving the rest. I hope never to leave the very best.
Merry Christmas from Lloyd where Evil Santa knows when you are sleeping, knows when you're awake.
Bundle up. Stay warm. Plug in the lights. Dance in the glow.