I usually promise to remove the wreath from my door by April 1st. I don’t always make it. This used to bug my husband.
One year I left two large Halloween pumpkins on my front porch and never got around to removing them. When Christmas came, I stuck big red and green bows on them and let them stay. My younger son, who gets a little exasperated with me about things like that, grumbled but left them alone.
However, I had also stationed an artificial Raven (in honor of a great American poet whom I’ve admired since i was a little girl) on a perch near my front door. When I hung a tiny red stocking next to it and then, on Christmas Eve, put tiny presents in it, that was too much for him.
I don’t think it was the tiny candy cane sticking out the top that got him. I think it was the tiny toy car inside.
He dismantled the whole setup, binned the pumpkins, and stowed the Raven on a shelf in the basement.
So much for poetry.