We have no tree.
We have no indoor decorations. Stockings have not been hung by the fireplace, though I suspect that DW will pull those out, eventually. The oversized Christmas coffee mugs are still packed away in the basement, hardly worth pulling out at this point.
Not a single treat has been baked.
We have outdoor lights, strung along the top eavestrough, above the garage, and around to our front steps, where they twist around a supporting pillar. More lights on the trellis that is mounted to the side of the garage, near our porch.
But that's it.
Our house is in complete disarray as we continue with our renovation of the upstairs flooring. There's just no way that we'll have that project completed before Christmas Day. And this means that our living room will still have slats of hardwood, meaning that the focal point of our Christmas morning will be out of bounds.
My mother is hosting a Christmas dinner but on Christmas Eve for the first time, ever. Also, for the first time since we've lived in our house, we won't be hosting a Christmas breakfast buffet.
That part of Christmas is going to be missed sorely.
We won't have our traditional Christmas, but do you know what we will have? We will have both of our daughters home. We'll be visiting my parents and my eldest sibling. We'll make time to see friends.
In the Grinch story, the Whos didn't need a Christmas tree or any of the trimmings. They just needed each other.
And for me, that's all I need.
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