It's Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas

There's something different about this year. I can't put my finger on it but yet it's there. Normally, putting up the Christmas decorations is a necessity. This year it was enjoyable. So much, in fact, that we have added more decorations inside & out. I find myself looking for another niche to put a tree of some sort. Each one with a theme or meaning. Right now there is one in nearly every room. I always swore I would never be one of those people that had to have a tree in every room. I mean, as long as there's one to put the presents under isn't that enough? But now I have joined the ranks of the tree fanatics. In my dining room there is the Santa tree complete with a skirt that matches his suit. My daughter has a pink tree in her room where she displays all the ornaments she has received since she was born. There is a purple & gold tree in my bedroom that matches the decor. My mom had an angel tree with ornaments made by my husband in her office, it is now in mine. In the kitchen is a tree a manager from years ago made for me. Of course, in the living room is the family tree covered from top to bottom in snowpeople that were given to me by friends & family. Last, but not least, is the beach tree in the bathroom! Next year, there will be a Harley tree in the summer room for my husband - which if you are keeping track makes eight. Eight! I'm still not sure how it happened. I suppose the crafty spirit moved me. I even figured out how to make the bows for the tree toppers! Me - making bows! I am the least crafty person I know! I mean, I can throw together a wreath, but that's just some decorations & a little hot glue. I didn't even take art in school because I couldn't draw a straight line or design anything. And now I'm making bows & designing trees! Who'da thunk it?! I could see me going out & buying bows or tree toppers of some sort but making them? No way! Maybe it's all a part of the change of life. When the ability to create one thing is taken from you, are you given the ability to create something else? Like when you go blind & your other senses are sharpened? Or did the chemo bring something to the surface when it killed the cancer? I don't know. Or maybe I shouldn't question it & just enjoy the fruits of my labor. In the meantime, I think I will ponder on another crafty project since there is no more room for trees.