It had to be done. I just couldn’t take it any more. I had to put an end to it. I no longer have to worry that a neighbor will catch me opening the mailbox. That an innocent dog walker will have to witness my humiliation as I pull out another letter. It’s finally over. We can all rest and put this behind us. I no longer have to feel the pains of guilt and foolishness each time I pass the Christmas decorations attached to our mailbox.
I mean, my God, it’s April 15th. Both Valentine’s Day and Easter have passed and we still had a pine bough with a ginormous, flaming, red bow wired onto our mail box! In our defense, it did drop about six inches of snow just two weeks ago.
What happened was that we just had so much to do around the house. All of us work more than one job, and it just got away from us. We did manage to put away all the other decor. We took the lights off the roof of the barn. We even made sure all the chickens changed out of their holiday sweaters.
But that damn mailbox stared at me day after day. I would pull up in my car, and reach in hoping no one was looking to see who the losers are that still have Christmas in their midst. What’s more is, I took it down tonight. No, not today. Tonight. It was about 9:00 when I got in from dinner with a friend. I went to the tool shed. Grabbed some branch cutters, wire cutters, and a flashlight, and went to work under cover of darkness. I didn’t want to feel the judgemental stares of neighbors, turning to their spouses with a sigh and saying ” It’s about time.”
Next week I’m gonna take down the tree-just kidding. It’s all over… whew!
I am also grateful for a few other things, but I’m holding it tight to the vest this week. One thing though is I am grateful for Doug. He is old, and becoming more frail, but he’s still Doug, and I do so love his furry little butt. SO how about a 2-10 Dougie montage?