Get ready, I'm about to go all bah-humbug on your ass.
I hate holiday decorations. I'm not just talking about Christmas decorations. I'm talking about any holiday decorations. Why? I don't see the point. Why should I buy a bunch of chintzy shit every time some damn holiday rolls around and put it up in my place only to take it down a few weeks later? It seems ridiculous. I can't justify it.
Everyone tells me that decorations put them in the mood for the season. A ceramic pumpkin puts you in the Halloween mood? A cut-out turkey with a movable head makes you want to give thanks? Car sales make you want to celebrate our dead Presidents? Okay, car sales aren't decorations, but you get my point.
Meanwhile, I'm sitting here staring at our Christmas tree. Every time I see it, I think about what a pain in the ass it was to get set up (it's artificial - and fiber optic, but that's for another post). I think about how it has forced us to rearrange our furniture and how it is in my way every time I want to do laundry. I think about how I'm going to have to decorate that thing instead of doing something I actually enjoy. I think about what a pain in the ass that thing is going to be to take down. I also think about how no one besides me and Dee is going to see it. So what is the point? I don't know. I just don't know.
I'm not saying that I hate people who love decorating for holidays or that I hate their decorations, it's just that I don't see the point. The only time I could justify putting up any decorations is during Christmas when you have children. I suppose it's nice for them to have a place for their gifts to gather during the season.
Bottom line: holiday decorations are a pain in my ass