My parents do a beautiful job with decorating for Christmas - they always have. Every year they get a real live tree. They have a couple of hundred of beautiful ornaments, as well as garlands and other assorted decorations. The tree is always put up at least two weeks before Christmas. Granted, they're retired, but it was always like this even when they both were working.
In contrast, my husband and I broke down a couple of years ago and got a fake tree (I love the smell of evergreens, but it's not enough to counter the expense of a live tree and the cleanup). I feel virtuous if we get the tree up a week before Christmas, and it's been done on Christmas Eve on more than one occasion. It took me a long time to let go of my parents' standards and to stop feeling guilty if I didn't live up to them.
Posted: Dec 21, 2009
tags: depression, holidays
