Of Holiday Decorations

and a trip up the stair ...

I walk into the living room. Stop. Look. Sigh.
Storage boxes piled in front of the sofa, the piano, the desk.
Everywhere.
Or so it seems.

My heart wants to be in it.
Christmas decorating mode.
Such a short run from now until then.
Seems a lot of effort to be done on my own.

I turn. Walk to the office. Write checks instead.
A few minutes change to hours before I can notice.
I'll just start a little decorating.
Take it slow, keep it low. (key that is)

Steps up? Only two.
I miss one.
Then the other.
Another sigh escapes me.

Ouch! I'm hearing from my shoulder.
And Oh! from my left foot.
I laugh at them both, because they just don't realize
I have my eyes on storage boxes.

Storage boxes piled in front of the sofa, the piano, the desk.
It's time to dig in, get dirty.
Get it done. Or at the least, get it started.
Tonight. Because tomorrow brings other responsibilities.

Small prelit tree with jingle buddy ornaments.
Up, lit, pretty.
String of snowflake-like bell lights. Up. Lit.
Not even one storage box opened. Not yet.

A drink. A snack. A sit on the chair.
Storage boxes piled in front of the sofa, the piano, the desk.
I can't make them disappear.
Without making some effort.

... but that trip up the stair