I pulled out my Christmas boxes this year, and boy was I overwhelmed. Too many choices. Too many things that didn’t speak to me. The ribbon that looked so wonderful at the store looks out of sync with the rest of the stuff that does speak to me.
As I surveyed the boxes, I began to see a theme in what I wanted to keep. I don’t like the standard red and green. I definitely prefer a rich, darker color palette at Christmas time with some gold thrown in. I like texture and funkiness. I like decorations with meaning or memories attached to them. I prefer St. Nicholas to snowmen. Actually, I’ve never liked snowmen, maybe because I’m not fond of snow.
I took stock of my limitations. Decorations need to be easy to put up and easy to take down. My house is smallish without many places to put stuff. I have certain spots that I like to decorate and that’s it. The breakable decorations have to stay boxed for another few years until the last baby is big enough to look with their eyes only. I don’t have room for a Christmas tree this year and that’s okay.
I hadn’t planned on the extra work of decluttering my Christmas decorations, but now that I’m doing it, I feel lighter, more focused on what truly matters to my family in celebrating Christmas. Some of my old ornaments will work well as package decorations, but the rest will end up at the Goodwill on MacDade to bless someone else.