When you live in Natchitoches, attending the Christmas Festival isn’t optional. We often have out of town guests, so are in a rush to get our Thanksgiving decorations down and Christmas out and up in the week in between. I am trying to honor my summer pledge to rid the dungeon of useless items, so there are boxes of decorating chaff awaiting the sifting process scattered throughout the house. Not a very decorative effect, really.
The smart thing to do would be to chunk it all out without looking, but what if years from now my kids lament their lack of items worthy of Antiques Roadshow? They won’t have a mint condition Radio Flyer Wagon (with original receipt) to haul all their treasures (in original packing boxes) to a coliseum.
How much is a WalMart 12′ Blow Up Santa worth, anyway?
Well, it’s worth a lot under the right conditions, like in someone else’s yard! The kids and I had the best time playing a little practical joke on a friend, who made the mistake of bragging about his lack of decorations. There is little doubt in my mind that he’ll get us back; thus a new tradition is born. Hopefully one that doesn’t involve snakes or chainsaws.