As a small child I remember BEGGING my mother to bring down the Christmas decorations. She always refused until after Thanksgiving....actually until December. I know this is, at least in part, due to the fact that she has what is probably the world's largest collection of craft-show turkeys. Pinecones, clay, old forks, you name the medium, she has a turkey rendered in it. So November was designated as the month to pay the turkeys their due.
One of the benefits of being an adult is the ability to call the shots with respect to holiday decorating. Now that I am a mama and my household's chief holiday decorator, I can break out the Christmas decorations whenever I want. I'm partial to the weekend before Thanksgiving. I like enjoying my decorations as part of my eager anticipation of the holiday. Once Christmas is over, I like to take things down rather quickly. This year I'm shooting for the 28th, but definitely by New Year's Eve.
So Little Tiger, The Milk Belly Princess and I have officially decked our halls. There were only two casualty ornaments and no tears shed (by me) over either of them. Here's The Milk Belly Princess decorating the tree. When tree-trimming with short helpers, you end up with a tree that looks like this:
Ninety percent of the ornaments are in one small patch about two and a half feet from the bottom of the tree. ..but I wouldn't have it any other way.