Let me just put this out there: I am a bonafide Christmas-aholic (and yes, I also make up my own words). I have exhibited enough restraint to wait until after Thanksgiving to put up my Christmas decorations, but since then I've wasted no time in getting my house into the Christmas spirit. Last night I tallied the various Christmas trinkets sprawled throughout my modest two-bedroom duplex. The results?
1 - 6'5 foot Christmas tree
2 - 3' Christmas trees (forthcoming)
1 - 6" Christmas tree
10 - Christmas candles
6 - stockings
200 - colored Christmas lights (indoor)
200 - white Christmas lights (outdoor)
1 - Christmas wreath
1- Christmas afghan
1 - Christmas throw
4 - snowman place mats
4 - stuffed snowmen
165 - Christmas songs on my iPod
1 - menorah (forthcoming)
4 - Christmas mugs
2 - manger scenes
And that's all just in the living room.
To some (particularly my Scrooge of a fiance), this may bit a tad excessive. Little does he know that my 3 measly boxes pale in comparison to the 10 extra-large Rubbermaid bins my mom uses to store all of her Christmas stuff. To me, there's nothing better than snuggling under a warm Christmas afghan (or two), basking in the glow (or in my case, the floodlight) of the Christmas tree, drinking a warm cup of tea out of a Christmas mug (in my case, one that sings "Jingle Bells" every time you sip), and watching the captivating flicker (again in my case, the bonfire) of Christmas candles. Ah yes....'tis the season indeed!