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Monday, November 20, 2006
Decking the halls
How would you like to live in a town that decks itself out like this for the holidays? Lucky me, I do! Technically, I live in the next town over, but Red Bank is the place that I consider home. I don't really feel part of the community in the town where I live, but feel as if I'm among friends when going about my daily grind in Red Bank. There's always a familiar face and I know the best coffee shops and where to find a good bargain in town.
My husband was born and raised in Red Bank and has worked for the Public Works Department there for most of his adult life. He fixes the police cars and fire trucks (and is a volunteer fireman there), picks up the leaves in fall, and plows the snow off the streets in the wintertime. If you want to know the truth, I think the town would crumble and fall without him, at least judging by the number of calls he gets to go into work at 3 am to fix something.
Another *job* that my DH has is to decorate the town for the holidays; he's done this for as long as I can remember. During November he works his regular job during the day and then spends a few hours each night and most days on the weekends stringing lights and hanging wreaths around town. By the time Thanksgiving comes and the work is done he's about had it with decorating, but that is when we start the job of decorating our own home for Christmas. Some years he's full of energy and goes all out at home, other years we're lucky to get a tree up and decorated before midnight on Christmas Eve.
This year, my DH decided that he wants a break and won't be doing the decorating in Red Bank. He says he's tired of working out in the cold and the rain. It's strange to have him here now, when he should be out there, making the town light up so pretty. Already tonight, as the deadline nears, the phone calls are coming for him to help, or to fix some machine that's stuck in the road blocking traffic. I'm sure he won't be able to resist helping, for long.
The image above is a scan of a Christmas card from a few years ago. A local artist paints beautiful scenes of the town at Christmas and turns some into cards. One day I'd like to be able to afford one of his paintings of a Christmas scene of our hometown as a gift for my husband. Something beautiful to remember all of his hard work by.