Always be careful what you wish for. Last year, when I secretly decorated the house for Christmas (as documented in a recent issue of The Boston Globe Magazine) I was filled with a sense of personal triumph.
Ha HA! I thought. The house is decorated exactly the way I like it!
Little did I know that last year’s bit of derring-do would lead to a new family tradition: I am now The Official Holiday Decorator. In other words, my wife no longer cares where the carolers go.
So while Ellen educated young minds and Alex nursed his post nasal Niagara Falls, I set up the village, manger, Santas, sleds, fake packages, and our ever-growing platoon of Lenox snowmen.
I decided that my new decorating responsibility also included throwing out all the holiday doodads that sprinkle glitter over my freshly vacuumed floor. Which reminds me:
Dear Extended Family,
If you send me a card with glitter on it, it’ll go in the trash before it gets out of the envelope. Merry Christmas!
Your pal, Mike
Long story short, decorating is a big job, but I do enjoy it. And, once in a while, a holiday decoration can create some fun, unexpected puzzle time.
I could also spell out “SILENT.” But, what was left didn’t make much sense.
This one captures the spirit of a contemporary Christmas…
By this point I had figured out that the blocks were supposed to spell “LET IT SNOW,” but I no longer cared. I was having too much fun.
And then there’s this one:
I better go sleepy now.