So here's a thing.
Over this past weekend (when not putting out the blazing fire that was my toddler's 104 degree forehead), I had a realization: People cannot wait to de-Christmas.
Keeping in mind that the merchandising of the season starts roughly on September 1st...the actually acceptable Christmas Celebratory Decorative Period starts the day after Thanksgiving. That's when it's cool to wrap lights around beams and drag trees through foyers and inflate reindeer atop roofs. And people have stuff. Entire storage spaces full of ornaments and tinsel and German boots for mulled wine- lined up on window sills like so many confused little elves. (Ahem.) Fake snow is layered with smallish scenes recreated on any available counter space. Stocking are thwacked onto mantels or wall hooks. In a relatively short period of time, a goodly bunch of folks downright quadruple their existing clutter in the name of BEING FESTIVE.
But then, on December 26th? Boom. Back out come the bins. The bubble wrap for the delicate ornaments. Snowman hand towels are stacked away for another calendar year of disuse (because let's be honest; most people are way too freaked out about getting the "fancy" hand towels dirty that they probably don't even get used in the actual Christmas season, either).
We stand there and look at the corner currently being rented out by a drooping tree and say to ourselves, "Man, it'll be nice to get that space back again!" Like we're talking about finally getting the roof repaired after nearly a decade of being a main thoroughfare for squirrels.
And it's more than a little ridiculous.
Because even if you leave your decor up until January 6th to celebrate the epiphany...or to celebrate your own laziness...
That's less than five weeks between purposefully emptying the contents of our closets directly onto any nearby flat surface and the world-weary de-cluttering which is usually reserved for an episode of Hoarders.
Next year, I may just slap a few tinfoil snowflakes onto the front window and consider myself done.
Except for the army of boot-mugs. (They're so cute...)