Time to decorate

Last weekend my next door neighbor, other half of my house, brought out her little white icicle lights and strung them along her half of the front porch’s roofline. So now half the house is lit at night. Which means—I’d better do likewise this weekend or the house will continue to look lopsided.

She also asked if I’d go out and get wreaths and kissing balls for the front of the house. Which I did. Hers are hung, mine are not. She also strung lights on the weeping cherry tree out front, as well as the miniature evergreen tree/shrub thing by the side of her front steps. The one that matches mine.

I have a lot of catching up to do, but I’m still in in my pre-Christmas humbug stage where I don’t really care if the house gets decorated or not. Predictably that will pass in another week. But I’ll force myself to decorate outside, this weekend, anyway. It’s one thing to feel humbuggy, but it’s something else to broadcast it to the entire neighborhood when my neighbor is so absolutely giddy about the upcoming holidays.

It is her favorite holiday and she goes all out for it. But tastefully, I might add. I have her word that there will never, never, never be an inflatable lit-from-within figure in our front yard. I love her for that. She is a traditionalist who swears by the evergreen and red ribbon decorations. Now if I would just find my holiday spirit. Maybe I just need to drive past the house a gazillion times tonight. Her half is so pretty.