After a large brunch celebrating my father-in-laws 95th birthday and then the company Christmas dinner at one of my favorite funeral homes all on the same day, I am still feeling the effects a couple of days later. I refuse to go anywhere near a scale but I'm sure it would tell me something I wouldn't like to hear.
The truth is, I am not a fan of Christmas.
First, although raised in a very Christian home, I find myself to not be tied to any religion at this time. I am more open minded and curious than what is typically accepted in the pews of the churches that surround my work life.
Second, I worked for 25 years in some sort of retail capacity and am appalled at what I see happening out there. A season of Tidings of Good Cheer has been claimed by greed and unrealistic expectations.
In recent years, the only holiday celebrating that I've done was only to appease those around me. As with most of my life, I was doing what was expected of me and never once did anyone ask what I would like. With the death of my parents, I have released those expectations.
Fortunately, I do have my loving husband by my side. And he's always tried to decipher what it is that I want. And even more fortunate is that we agree for the most part. All we want is to be able to make our own traditions. Not expectations handed down through the generations, but truly our own traditions based on our own lives and beliefs.
After our two visits to New Orleans in recent years, we've fallen in love with the energy that keeps that city alive. We find that much of the spirit that is alive and well in New Orleans is very much alive in ourselves.
So we couldn't think of a better theme to decorate our home with for the holidays. Right down to a Voodoo doll hanging on our tree.
Yes, we do have a tree.
It is not a place for Santa to place gifts.
It is not a representation of everlasting life in our home.
It is a welcoming beacon for friends and neighbors to stop by anytime and enjoy some holiday cheer.
Our indoor dining garden faces the street with it's many windows.
It's a place where we can sit sipping coffee and watch the neighborhood come to life each morning.
A place where it's always warm and inviting for friends to stop by.
We enjoy decorating our home in Mardi Gras colors and celebrating long into the winter months.
So stop on by. The door is always open.
And Pugsley only sounds like he'll take your leg off at first.
Really he's only happy to see you and that's just how he shows it.