This year, my wife is going to officially go bonkers. I'll avoid the 'c' word. She is one of those people who like to decorate early. With her foot useless after surgery, probably until sometime in January, she KNOWS she can't put up her normal decorations and she knows I can't do it by myself. Plus given my penchant for accidents, she doesn't trust me with fragile ornaments. (Segue to darkened corridors of the Imperial star cruiser as a man in black robes and helmet says, "the klutz is strong with this one.")
For those who do not speak Yiddish: klutz = unusually clumsy person, for whom the epithet "butterfingers" would be a compliment.