As the holiday season approached, I decided this year would be different. I’d finally get a jumpstart on my Christmas preparations instead of scrambling at the last minute like a contestant on a holiday game show. So, I made a plan: I would decorate the house, bake cookies, and maybe even attempt to wrap presents without using an entire roll of tape. Spoiler alert: that last part was wishful thinking.
On a particularly chilly December afternoon, I pulled out the Christmas decorations, determined to create a winter wonderland. The lights? Check. The ornaments? Check. The inflatable Santa that looked more like he’d had one too many eggnogs? Double check. As I proudly surveyed my handiwork, it struck me—I’d forgotten the tree! I rushed to the attic, knocked over a few dusty boxes, and emerged victorious with a tree that had seen better days. It was a bit lopsided and had a few suspicious brown spots, but hey, that’s what holiday spirit is all about, right?
After wrestling the tree into the living room, I realized it was too tall for the ceiling. So, I did what any rational midlifer would do: I grabbed the trusty step stool and climbed up to trim it. I thought about how I could finally post that “Christmas tree decorating” video I always see on social media. That’s when my foot slipped. One moment, I was reaching for the top, and the next, I was in a freefall, flailing like a cartoon character.
Miraculously, I landed safely on the couch, which was nice considering that my tree was now leaning precariously to one side and a few ornaments had decided to embark on their own adventure across the living room floor. I sat there for a moment, catching my breath and wondering how I’d end up in such ridiculous situations. I could hear my family laughing in the kitchen, probably still baking cookies without me. They were blissfully unaware that I’d just declared war on the Christmas tree.
So, what did I learn from this little escapade? Well, if you ever find yourself feeling overwhelmed by holiday preparations, just remember: It’s not about having the perfect tree, cookies, or decorations. It’s about enjoying the chaos, the laughter, and maybe even the occasional holiday mishap. And as I watched my lopsided tree sparkle with lights, I couldn’t help but chuckle. After all, Christmas wouldn’t be the same without a little bit of humor—and a sturdy couch to land on!
I live in a small Georgia town that you most likely have never heard of and I LOVE it! My house is more than full as I am a single mother of four & caregiver to my aging mother and uncle. Lover of all things Outlander. Goes to the beat of her own drum woman.
Suzie B says
Hah what a wonderful story! I can picture the Christmas tree fiasco! You’re very correct though – the holidays are about the ones around you, love and laughter rather than finding perfection.
Elizabeth says
I’m glad you weren’t hurt!
heather says
So glad to hear that you landed on the couch! I have fallen on the ladder a couple of times and now I am super careful. Hey a crooked tree shows come character.