Due to my being approximately the size of a house, with about the same amount of maneuverability, the holiday decorating was done this year by Things One, Two and Three.
The tree was all their responsibility. I take no credit for it whatsoever. The initial tree decorating took approximately one afternoon/evening, and was revisited daily from the time the tree went up (about two weeks before Christmas) until it came down four days after.
Natter wanted the tree to be evenly covered with ornaments, but sorted them into groups. Anything with a jingle bell went around the bottom of the tree, apparantly as detection alarms to alert him if the Moose was messing with it.
Rosebud had whole storylines going, with various ornament ‘family groups.’ This ornament was the Daddy ornament, this was the Mommy ornament, these were the kids… they were taking a trip from this branch here to that branch there to visit friends. This resulted in a large number of ornaments being rearranged on a daily basis, as well as a frequent movement of the tinsel garland, which she determined was the ‘road’.
Upon finding his ornament categories disrupted, Natter would attempt to reconstruct his setup with much wailing and gnashing of teeth. Since he often couldn’t remember where the categories had originally been, this resulted in a number of ornaments getting more prominent billing than they had in previous iterations.
The Moose’s approach to the tree was much simpler. Obviously, a new collection of toys had been made available for his entertainment, and for some reason people kept hanging them on this tree, of all things, that was set up in the living room for some inadequately explained reason.
The only rule I made was that no glass ornaments could be used this year.
After presents were opened Christmas morning, the real fun began. The Moose inherited a train set that was originally given to me as a hand-me-down for Natter nine years ago. It’s been the delight of seven different kids at this point. It has returned to my house, to continue it’s role as a child-distracting, foot-bruising and vacuum-cleaner-clogging device.
After the tree came down, there was some initial monkeying around with the lights:
– but this was soon thwarted by the Moose, who felt that he was being left out, or possibly, unilluminated:
But… it’s all good. The kids had a good Christmas, and since I’d handed off the tree to them, I didn’t really care if it got redecorated on a daily, or hourly basis. The trains have been banished to the boys’ bedroom, with the result that the Moose is out from underfoot for about an extra hour every day.
I am looking forward to this baby’s arrival, and the return of my ability to Do!