“Okay, Thanksgiving is over.” I was standing in the middle of the living room, hands on my hips looking around the room. “Who’s helping me get the Christmas decorations down from the attic?”
My husband Steven and our son Alex were laying on the couch, both with their hands on their bellies.
“Seriously?” Steven groaned. “We just finished eating Thanksgiving dinner!”
“I know. But now it’s time to think about Christmas!” I began walking around the house collecting all my pilgrims and pumpkins and putting them on the dining room table. “I’m serious people! We’ve got things to do!”
Alex just groaned again while Steven slowly got up from the couch. “Okay, what do you need?”
I went into the linen closet to get the stick we used to pull down the attic stairs.
“I’ll go up and hand the bins down to you.” I’d already pulled the stairs down and was climbing up. Crawling on my hands and knees I reached the first bin. “Okay, this one is heavy.” I called as I dragged it to the opening and began lowering it down.
Steven grabbed it and took it into the living room while I turned around and crawled over to the next bin.
We repeated this a half a dozen times before Steven looked up at me and asked. “Exactly how many more are coming down?”
I looked over my shoulder and began counting. “Well, we still have the wreaths for outside, the tree and the tree decorations box.” I turned back and smiled at him. “That’s it!”
Steven looked over at the bins stacked in the living room. “Are you planning on decorating the whole house tonight?”
“I doubt it.” I was lowering the wreaths to him.
“Then why are we doing this now?” he cried as he carried the wreaths to the foyer and stacked them on the floor.
“Because I need help getting all this out of the attic.” I called. “Once that part is done I can take my time decorating the house.”
Steven just shook his head as he grabbed more wreaths that I was lowering down.
“I swear you’re almost done!” I called to him.
When he came back I was lowering an empty orange bin to him.
“What’s this for?” he asked.
“I need to put all the Thanksgiving decorations away.” I said as I climbed down the ladder.
Once I was down Steven started to fold the ladder, ready to put it away.
“Wait!” I cried. “Don’t close that yet.”
Steven stopped and looked at me. “Why?”
I pointed to the dining room table where all the pilgrims and pumpkins were stacked. “I need to put these away first.”
Steven sighed. “Do you want me to stand here and hand them up to you when you’re done?”
“You don’t have to.” I picked up a scarecrow and folded him in half so it fit in the bin. “This one will be light. I can get it up there myself.”
“Okay, well I’m going to go get some seconds of your stuffing.”
I watched as he went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
“Weren’t you just laying on the couch groaning that you were so full?” I asked.
Steven shrugged his shoulders as he patted his stomach. “What can I say? I worked up an appetite lifting all those bins for you.” Steven looked in the living room where Alex was still on the couch. “You ready for second Thanksgiving?” he asked him.
Alex popped up from the couch. “I’m in!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You two are ridiculous.” I said as I snapped the lid closed on the fall bin and headed for the attic.
Slice of Life 