Christmas has been coming too slowly or too quickly this year, and I haven’t figured out which. Our tree is up but with nary an ornament decorating it, and I’ve made multiple batches of these apple dumplings but not one Christmas cookie. Oy vey.
As the decorations go up, however, David’s inner Scrooge is coming out with many a bah-humbug. Our design styles are usually pretty similar (craftsman meets contemporary), so this surprises me. How about a $7 poinsettia to adorn the table? Nope, too much flower, too much money, he says. After hanging a wreath my grandmother gave me on the front door (I’m shamelessly pulling the Nana card here), he complained that the cheap storm door we inherited with the house won’t close properly. My wise men with baby Jesus? The style looks “too windy,” I think were his words. But the fatal flaw in my holiday design was the garland for the tree. Who knew red wood beads could incite such strong opinions?
However, when I relayed our separate styles to a friend who’s got a couple decades of marriage under her belt, she said beads apparently go over about as well in her house as they do in Chateau Britton. Anything resembling beads gives her husband and sons a fit of loathing, while I must say that David permitted the beads to stay in the end. Grudgingly. But he did.
This is our third Christmas living under the same roof, and apparently there are still traditional differences to work through during the holidays — and that includes decor. Ironically, he’s not super attached to the way his family styled the house for the holidays, but their tradition of a handmade creche and other small details still seems to come out in his preferences. Which still doesn’t explain why he dislikes wood beads.
We can’t be the only ones still discovering Christmas tradition differences — right?