Our Christmas decorating tradition is to start the gussying-up on the day after Thanksgiving. The other day, I went upstairs to see what we have, to see what we might need.
I couldn't get the closet door open. The knob turns, but the bolt doesn't move. There's no lock. If I have to take that sucker down from the hinges, it's going to be extremely unpleasant.
For some reason, this year I'm thinking about decorating for my Christmas. Put what I want where I want. There are some things that have been part of the Deans' Christmases from, well, always, and I won't change them. But I'm the one who will be living here every day, and I want to have things that make me happy and comfortable and holidayish.