The Fall Of The Christmas Decorations And The Rise Of A Little Dirty Secret .

Having been this Christmas an unusual one,(small but pleasant),it inevitably ended unusually too.
Being a creature of habits,every year I put up the Christmas decorations on the first week of December and take them down on the sixth of January.Once the Befana had filled the stockings the trees and everything on a range of color between red, green, gold and silver goes down.I usually keep the poinsettias.Everybody I know complaints theirs barely survive up to Christmas day.Well, in the recent years mine survive nearly up to Easter when,out of exasperation,I feed the Easter bunny with them.Not that he has a food fest as,by that time,the poinsettias are hanoressic and ready for the bin.It is just me,hating throwing away still living plants.This year this didn’t happen:yes the ponstias are still alive but the decoration went down yesterday, third of january instead of the sixth.It was not planned .

The idea was to do as for tradition but, I realized the sixth is saturday. I can’t endure the stress of taking down the decorations,cleaning after them and may be also having the traveling husband around calling me for something every five seconds or,even worst,having him retrieved in the study saying nothing but with the obvious expression of someone upset by the chaos around him.The decorations had to go down on Friday.That was actually suiting me very well because my friend SJ was coming for lunch on Thursday and we could have enjoyed last Christmas meal in the house together.Plans changed and SJ is coming on Friday instead.Decorations were going down on Thursday,but thursday I also have to bring CG to the orthodontist,I might have not enough time. Yesterday,after lunch, an impulsive inevitable decision was made:The Christmas decorations were going down now!!!Let the mayhem begin.Few hours later and after an unspecified number of trips up and down the attic,everytime risking to fall from the wobbly ladder that, was supposed to be fixed four years ago,the house was back to its usual self.Except for the laundry room that is now filled with christmas linen to be washed ironed and stored away.

It is done.Unlikely the previous years,I am not feeling sad and the house doesn’t look naked.I told you this was an unusual Christmas.I couldn’t actually wait to get rid of the Christmas mood around me.Not because I had a bad Christmas and wanted to erase it memory,on the contrary,because I lived it fully and now is time to move on.With my hair glamorously pepper and salt colored thanks to the spray snow falling from the wreaths and my body forming a big unique tangle with the christmas tree lights, I wished I had the power of putting up and taking down decorations just with a stroke of magic wand.Unfortunately I am a mama fairy with no wand.They must have forgot it when they boxed me in the factory.Tired but proud of the work done here I am at 7pm,shattered and suddenly remembering I also have a family to feed.Fortunately I have a freezer full of meat and vegetables waiting to be slided into the the oven.Problem solved and that also give me time for a nice warm shower.

The oven timer won’t ring before 40 minutes and I don’t need that intere amount of time for a quick shower.What I need instead, considering that I am nearly at the end of two weeks of 24/7 kids duty;considering that we are on the third day of heavy wind, and wind notoriously makes me nervous;considering also that I took down all the decorations,hoovered,changed the bed linen and without snacking.Considering all that,I strongly believe I deserve a sneaky cigarette.No, I am not a smoker and even when I was calling myself a smoker,over 20 years ago,I have never really been a real smoker.I used to smoke may be three cigarettes a day and not even every day.Only recently I sometimes take the pleasure of one or two cigarettes a couple of times a year.The husband doesn’t know and the girls don’t know. It is my little dirty secret:Extreme precaution for an extreme pleasure.The cigarette,is smoked in the side garden,with hat and gloves on ,so to not let any trace of smell behind and rigorously before having a shower.No trace.Cleaning after a sneaky cigarette is essential.That means also that less clothes are worn the better. I secured the girls in front of the tv waiting for their dinner and I go.Hat,gloves,a jumper that must be washed anyway and only my tights on,they will go into that laundry basket too.

I am freezing,Im feeling guilty because this is ruining my hour of yoga that, I didn’t do today so I’m not really feeling madly guilty but,I am enjoying my bravery and my moment of wild transgression.What it makes it even more pleasant is the full moon clearly visible from where I standing.Magnificent in its white perfect circular shape.One big ball of light breaking the monotony of black in tonight sky.I could stay here in contemplation for hours but I am now in a hurry to go inside and get my phone to take a picture .My hand is already on the door handle and I hear them.The familiar voices.The crime is awake.I turned and I can see through the trees and the bushes lights inside the house down the hill.The house have been deserted for nearly two weeks now.Obviously even crime takes a break at Christmas time.Now they are back:talking and carrying heavy black bags in the house.It can be food and clothes from home or…… it can be much more….!!!