When I was younger, I got stuck being the one to go get the tree, put it up and decorate it (to my mother’s specifications). Occasionally my brothers would help put it up or take it down (physically), but certainly none of the decorating part interested them.
Later, my roommate was a decorating whirlwind. The joke used to be that if you sat still too long, you’d end up with a bow on you. So I got swept along in her wake as she put things up to her satisfaction.
Maybe that’s part of why I’m not big on decorating now that I live alone – I got decorated out. And I’m kind of lazy, but that’s beside the point. Which is not to say that I have NO decorations up. I have a Christmas ribbon (with snowmen on it) that came on a present many years ago. It happened to be exactly the size as the top of a lampshade I have, so that’s where I stuck it. And left it. For years now.
While I enjoy Christmas decorations – put up by other people, mind you – I’m not wild about the decorating and undecorating and all that goes with it. One year my roommate was gone and her family took pity on me, sneaking into my apartment while I was at work and setting up a tree. I figure they put it where they did as the easiest spot, and thinking I’d move it where I wanted it.
When I got home and saw it, I could appreciate the gesture, but still was not eager to have to deal with it. Where it was placed was kind of in the way, so I looked around wondering where to move it to. After several minutes, I realized that was too much trouble, so I decided it was fine where it was.
Then, I knew how much work it would be digging out the lights and decorations, so I decided the tree would look wonderful au naturel. (Fortunately?) I happened to be given a few Christmas ornaments as gifts at work that year, so that was the sum total of my décor – a handful of ornaments and maybe 2 candy canes. Besides, that tree is the stuff of legend and I barely lifted a finger!
Now if they had just come back and taken the thing down, everything would have been perfect…