Hello, my name is Mary, and I have a huge inferiority complex thanks to my lack of enthusiasm and patience for holiday decorating.
Yes, we have a Christmas tree, and yes, there's a pretty candle and a festive runner displayed on my dining room table, so the inside of the house looks pretty good.
But as for the outside of my home? Yeah, that's another story, because other than an artificial wreath that hangs on the front door, there isn't one ounce of Christmas cheer going on with this pad. (My husband and I affectionately call our place "The Dungeon.")
Back to the inferiority thing -- which stems directly from the dozens of gorgeous houses in my neighborhood decorated with picture perfect lights adorning every window, door, tree, and all of the above. (They're seriously killing me.)