As I walk around the neighborhood I am overwhelmed by the magnificence of the holiday displays. Crews of two and three men work from trucks to create a Christmas wonderland. Monument Avenue is awash in Christmas cheer. There are hundreds of glittery glass balls, whole flocks of peacock feathers, acres of thick garland, miles of ribbon and thousands of tiny, twinkling white lights. I’m sort of surprised that no one blows snow to perfect effect. It truly is magical, as my wide-eyed children would tell you.
I have yet to finish decorating and haven’t begun to think about the outside. Mrs. E. came home from Lowe’s with three huge bags of massive, unbreakable balls that are to adorn our balcony. We’ll be finished before Christmas Eve.
It would be even simpler and far more elegant if I were to approach Christmas decor as my friend The architect does. Last year there were two tall topiaries in the planters by the front door. In each was a feathered partridge ornament and a couple of glass beaded pears. Subtle, beautiful and extremely pleasing.
Last night, we were greeted by a door decorated with a single, very thick, enormous balsam fir wreath adorned by a single, hand-tied, very wide, purple velvet bow.
Very easy, extremely elegant, luxuriant. That wreath brought out the delighted child in me.