It's officially Christmas when you've got the tree. This year, I was entrusted for the first time in my life, with picking out the perfect evergreen to fill the spot in the living room. Truly an adult responsibility, but I couldn't help but feel like a little kid with a big job. I mean, the tree anchors the entire holiday! We've always gone as a group, but it's usually Mom who has the final say. But this year, me and my brother headed out to bring home the green. And, a fine job we did, if I do say so myself.
Well, there were a few moments where said tree may have tipped over after we believed it to be anchored in the tree stand, but as we stare into the twinkle lights and bits of memories hung from branch to branch, it's very easy to forget all about those slip ups. All that matters is it's not moving now, right?
The older I get, the more this ritual, all these holiday traditions mean to me. The time I get to spend with my family, the people that do the holiday JUST the way I do it, it's special and something I look forward to sharing with my kids some day. Yes, I'm nearing 30, and Christmas doesn't have the same mystery or sheen it did when I was a kid. But, you can't seem to keep that feeling of childhood glee from bubbling up a bit, and why not let it? It's a season of shiny, tinsely, sparkly, glittery fun, so why not go with the flow? Trust me, you'll have much more fun if you give in to the Christmas cheer. :)
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