Christmas Decorating Intervention

Confession: I am addicted to Christmas decorations, especially cheap glass balls.

But look what I made with them! Finally, I made something crafty instead of crappy.

My house looks like the elves had fraternity rush here. There are bowls of all sorts – crystal, pewter, wooden – filled with assorted sizes of glass balls. I’ve been hoarding them in the attic, squirreling away my Goodwill and end of season finds in boxes and bags. There are glittered snowflakes hanging from my chandelier, wreaths hung on every door, and a miniature fake tree in almost every room (including the boys’ bathroom…overkill?). The advent calendar is perched and waiting for little hands to hang the tiny ornaments as we count down to Christmas. Holiday hand towels are in every bathroom, and the kitchen is outfitted with red and green dish towels and windowsill tchotchkes. I don’t go as far as removing all the art work on our walls to replace them with Thomas Kinkade (ooh, the painter of light!) snowy village scenes or portraits of Santa and his Mrs. I don’t even put Christmas quilts on the boys’ beds or line up throw pillows in festive colors. Um, I might have some snowman and snowflake flannel sheets though. And besides the little tree in the bathroom, there are no toilet seats decorated with Santa’s visage.

Nonetheless, I do seem to go overboard. There are snowmen in sleighs, whatchamacallits hanging from door knobs wishing all who enter my house Merry Christmas. There are all sorts of snowmen and snow related crap perched on every flat surface of my home, which is just stupid considering I live in North Carolina, where we’ve been known to wear shorts on Christmas Day. Figurines grace my end tables, and nut crackers are lined up in full festive regalia atop the buffet. Small decorative Christmas trees sit on the sofa table creating their very own wonderland forest. The problem is that I don’t have an eye for decorating. Stuff is just piled about willy nilly, giving your eyes a good shock when you walk in.

The tree isn’t up yet (a home for my hundreds of ornaments and glass balls!). And all the attic boxes aren’t even unpacked.

I. Can’t. Stop.

I need an intervention.

How did a little Indian girl like me get so smitten with Christmas decorating? <<shrug>>