Namely, home decorations.
I tutor this kid whose entire house transformed entirely over the week after Thanksgiving. And by transformed, I don’t mean from a normal, home-themed house to a Christmas-themed house, I mean from a Pilgrim wonderland to a Christmas wonderland. Wonderland to wonderland.
It was like walking into Ikea, if Ikea were owned by Santa.
I think the mother (who shall remain nameless) even changed the clocks on the walls… because instead of normal hands, there were candy canes.
It just led me to wonder… where does she store all this stuff? Is there an entire room full of boxes organized by month of the year? How long does it take her to swap out the pumpkins and pilgrims and gourds and tapestries of cornucopias for the nutcrackers and wreaths and pudgy dolls and bowls of red and green M&Ms?
Does the house ever just look like a house?
It must get tiring, swapping box after box of the same decorations, year by year, taking down Cupids and putting up Shamrocks, taking down cobwebs and putting up… probably something appropriate for Veteran’s Day. A thankless job.
Is there a box in storage, placed between Easter and Cinco de Mayo, marked “In-Between Holidays” that just has regular clocks, something beige from Pottery Barn, and maybe a flag bearing the crest of her and her husband’s alma mater?
All I know is, the extent of our family’s decorations is a menorah someone made in 2nd grade, dangly lights – half of which are broken – and some Sees peanut brittle in the fridge. Oh, and someone got a tree, I think.