It’s not beginning to look a lot like Christmas in my house
You know the song? The one that starts with the line, “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Everywhere you go.”
If you came into my house right now. Like, RIGHT NOW, before I had a chance to clean it up and hide the clutter, you would sing, “It’s beginning to look a lot like a rummage sale.” Or you might sing, “It’s beginning to look like you were robbed and people dumped stuff everywhere. Or, “It’s beginning to look a lot like a laundromat.”
There is a Christmas tree and a nativity set, but they were hidden by the laundry and the Lego’s.
Remember when I said I cleaned out my garage? Here is the link to the story if you forgot. Winter Storm Electra helped me clean out my garage. But you can just stay here, and I will tell you about it.
I cleaned out my garage. I took some of the stuff to the thrift store, and some of it I put in the house. Well, most of it I put back in the house.There are five boxes of books in front of the bookcase, and there is a box of toys by the tree because my youngest daughter wanted to double-check that she wanted to get rid of the stuff she wanted to get rid of.
Half of her get rid of stuff is back in her bedroom.
This morning I lay in bed and thought. Something is wrong. It doesn’t feel like Christmas. Why doesn’t it feel like Christmas?
Then I started to sing inside my head; my husband was still asleep. I didn’t want to start singing Christmas carols at five in the morning. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Hey! no it’s not. It is not beginning to look a lot like Christmas in my house.
My house looks like a rummage sale.
I forgot to think about Jesus.
Christmas celebrates the birth of Jesus, and all I was thinking about was getting rid of clutter.
Today is December 21st. Christmas is in four sleeps. For the next three days I will not think about my getting rid of myMuffin Top or the boxes I have to sort through, and I will not think about my messy basement.
I will think about a little baby. The baby Jesus.
But beware clutter! Beware basement!You will not carry over into the New Year. I waged war on my Muffin Top yesterday when I wrote, “Mom, put your shirt on you are embarrassing me.”
After I eat my breakfast, I will put on Christmas Music and put the boxes in the basement.
I will focus on Jesus.
Happy Birthday little baby.
Is it beginning to look like Christmas in your home? Please tell me in the comments. I would love to chat.
About Pamela Hodges
My name is Pamela Hodges. I am a writer and an artist. I write to encourage and to bring laughter. I paint cats, draw cartoons and write books for children and grown ups.