I’m a poor tool when it comes to holiday décor. A mere handful of days remain on the calendar before Christmas and I have yet to string a single light on shrubbery or hang a solitary stocking from the banister, now cold and bare. Never mind erecting an oversized tree in our living room, one that may or may not stand entirely straight. That would require ambition, the ability to govern the impossible-to-govern and an exhaustive search for our less-than-functional tree stand. What’s more, its assembly would consume an inordinate chunk of time, devoted primarily to hauling the artificial wonder from the bowels of our attic (hopefully, without incident), dragging its dead weight down a narrow staircase and around impossibly tight corners and then piecing the beast together, branch by color-coded branch, all the while exercising civility and decorum.
A tall order, indeed. It’s no wonder I put it off each December. Although maybe it has something to do with the fact that my kids are far more interested in climbing inside and atop the monstrosity of a box and barreling down the staircase than in helping to build the cussed tree that said box has housed for nearly a decade and a half.
Every year, though, I vow to improve; to embrace the Yuletide more than ever before, to rouse a spirit of goodwill and cooperation among the elfin creatures who reside here, to deck the halls in a more timely fashion, to actually mail our Christmas cards before Groundhog Day. Of course, I make such a pledge so that my children might refrain from reinforcing my holiday-related ineptitude (i.e. Mom, I hope you know that PRACTICALLY EVERYONE ON THE PLANET has already put up their tree—except us—we’re misfits).
Ouch. It’s not as if I haven’t meant to do all those things, and more. Aside from attending 487 Christmas plays, holiday concerts and craft-making sessions involving pine-scented whateverness, I’ve compiled an impressive to-do list—one that spells out in great detail what I should be doing to prepare for this season of seasons. If nothing else, I am well-intentioned, as evidenced by my heartfelt promise to bake the giant Halloween House cookie that has mocked me since mid-October—the one I threw in my cart in a moment of deluded inspiration, never once believing that it might STILL be in my pantry two months later. I wish I were kidding.
Child: “We’re NEVER baking that cookie, are we, Mom?” Me: Hangs head in shame.
To add to the mélange of angst and discontent brewing beneath this roof, our tiny herd of reindeer has yet to be assembled in the lawn, an event that has come to symbolize a welcome committee for Santa, much like the gingerbread cookies and carrots we place in a tin made especially for that purpose. Naturally, I defend that which is indefensible. “There’s no snow on the ground! Plunking reindeer in the grass, not to mention, ‘…plunking reindeer in the grass WHILE IT RAINS,’ just seems wrong. And besides, one set of antlers is defective. And the lights are shoddy, at best. And the neck swivel thingy lurches and jerks as if it were a sprinkler head. On crack. Remember how your dad had to cobble the stupid thing together with wires and screws…and the hideous-looking tangle of lights he wound around its belly? At least we have a Christmas wreath hanging on our door…and a pumpkin on the stoop! How many people can say that in December?!” I foolishly boast.
Of course, commentary like that is never well-received, usually being met with a chorus of groans, a profusion of eye rolling and remarks that generally employ the word “lame.” As in: “Seriously, Mom? That’s so completely lame.”
She had a point.
Admittedly, I am a poor tool when it comes to holiday décor.
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Copyright 2012 Melinda L. Wentzel
7 responses to “The Island of Misfit Parents”
I don’t put up much around my house, either, but after reading this piece, I took a quick inventory. My Christmas decorations are most Nightmare Before Christmas items. Perhaps that’s a bit twisted??? 🙂
You never fail to make me laugh …
So, I suppose we can’t discuss those poor, sad Halloween decorations still residing on “my” porch–the gargoyle, obviously missing his tiny little red Santa hat, next to the basket of fake poinsettias, or the lovely green/purple/orange string of dangling lights overlooking the self-constructed and sewen Santa head with the red sweatsuit costume– that is in dire need of stuffing with the local newspaper (hey, it’s often a better use than reading the pathetic thing!) before he can be seated to greet unsuspecting visitors. At least I did manage to put the wreath lid cover on the toilet a week and a half ago, so I guess I am still ahead of you! Ha-ha!
We still have sand buckets and trucks on the porch. Maybe this weekend the lights will go up.
I actually love the decor. Fun, creative, exciting. This is what the Holidays is all about. Merry Christmas.
A pumpkin and a wreath? Funny!