I honestly thought we’d be gone by now. We were so optimistic about finding housing that we went ahead and packed up most of the house about three weeks ago. Something I totally regretted this week when I had to open seven boxes and move a dozen more to locate some herbs for an infection I’ve been dealing with. All while in pain and with a fever. And now I need to tackle the ginormous mess I made in the basement. Oy.
All this time, I’ve been planning for Christmas in a new house – maybe one big enough for a Christmas tree AND the furniture! – where we’d be able to put lights outside and meet the new neighbors when we take them plates of treats. It would’ve been perfect! But when the latest house fell through, Lars and I knew that we’d be spending Christmas here in Upton. I was kind of bummed.
But then I was happy. Really, really happy.
Because it’s beautiful here. And the people are incredible. Upton has been like a three-year vacation for our family after the long and difficult road through college. We needed this time away from the city and the rush rush rush and the busy busy busy. We’ve learned what real work is and what it means to really be part of a community. We’ve also had time to add two more little ones to our family and have grown closer because of it. I can’t think of a better place to be – all tucked up in these mountains.
So, yeah. I’m happy – no – thrilled that we’ll get to spend this Christmas season in Upton.
Friday night, after I’d put the kids to bed, I went down to the basement to dig out our Christmas tree.
I should say here that I LOVE fresh Christmas trees. Nothin’ better. But we made the decision to nix that as long as we live here after our disastrous experience that first year. We now have an artificial tree and pine-scented plug-ins. And we’re all happier for it.
So I managed to get the heavy box down from the highest place Lars could find to store it (ugh) and then it took me what felt like forever to drag that heavy box up the stairs. But I did it!
I was in the middle of assembling the thing when Lars got home from Vernal. So we finished it together. I really wanted the tree to be a surprise for the kids when they woke up, but I think they have little radars. They can sense when secret and exciting things are happening and they each came to get a sneak peek.
Saturday morning, we woke up, had breakfast, got ourselves ready for the day, and then set to work decorating the tree.
Most of our ornaments aren’t fancy – they’re from a bargain bin at Party City and look like little disco balls. But they’re very durable. And can withstand drops and bangs and slobber and teething babies.
We do have several special ornaments and those are carefully unpackaged and placed high up on the tree. And when the season’s over, they’re packaged up and put away just as carefully.
The Christmas Season is officially here!