One of my temp jobs after I stopped working full time was for a law firm, working the week before and after Thanksgiving. And for three years running, part of that assignment was to set up their Christmas tree and do all the decorating.
Okay. If you really want to pay me that much to answer your phone and hang garland, I'll do it.
At my new job, I got handed a budget and was told to buy enough lights and whatever else to make the entire building look festive - without being overtly Christmas. (There's a tree and a menorah in another space, but the borough hall likes to be non-partisan. Non-denominational.
As if all winter festivals aren't light against the darkness.
So there's now a family of gold and white deer, and all the trees are being wrapped in white lights and strung with globes (not balls). The shrubs are netted with lights. And all 24 windows will have LED candles.
Santa arrives on a fire engine on Sunday at 5, so it needs to be finished by then. I may end up putting in a little extra time to make sure it's done.
Because apparently, no matter how I see myself, some people look at me and see a Christmas elf.
1 comment:
"Inadvertent Christmas Elf" sounds like a delightful cocktail.
I had a neighbor who shuddered whenever anyone referred to those big globes as "tree balls." She'd condescendingly instruct us to say "celestial orbs" instead.
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