I’ve never felt so much pressure to decorate my home for Christmas. It is only December 3rd, people! Did everyone  just skip Thanksgiving or what?

I live on a cul-de-sac in a quiet neighborhood in Maryland. My home, although spacious enough inside, is sandwiched way to close between my neighbor’s houses. They are lovely people. In fact my entire street is quite wonderful. Kids play. Parents watch. We party together when it snows. I love it here.

BUT… this year I am convinced that my “friends” purposely launched a plan to serve us up a platter of holiday guilt because suddenly ALMOST EVERY SINGLE HOUSE was fully decorated. Oh yes, Christmas trees are lit and gleaming at front windows and happy, cheerful lights adorn all of the neighboring trees and bushes.

My house is dark.



It looks like Ebeneezer Scrooge took up residence smack in the middle of the hood.

Hence the reason why we have cleared our schedules and will now spend the entire weekend MADLY. DECORATING. THE. HOUSE.  You hear that, neighbors? I’ll see your shiny tree and raise you a matching door garland. Your twinkly lights will envy our musical holiday display! WE’LL IMPORT SNOW AND ADD A LIVE MANGER SCENE, EXPENSE BE DAMNED!

Okay, maybe I got a little carried away there. But, if you don’t hear from me by Tuesday, send for help. I might be in a holiday-cheer-induced coma or  tangled up in the twinkle lights.