Last night the UPS man dropped a Christmas tree on our doorstep. I had bought it for $48 the day after Thanksgiving. It’s our first real Christmas tree. We have this sad, skinny one that my grandma had used for years in her foyer, but this new one is 7 1/2 feet and legitimately fills a corner in our family room. Even with the fake branches fluffed out, it is a bit sparse, but I love it. It was pre-lit so all we had to do was put our ornaments on, and that’s my favorite part anyway. Each ornament has a special memory. The BYU ornament Christopher gave me when we graduated in December 2002. A sand dollar ornament from Hilton Head, 2008. Disneyland from our honeymoon; Disney World in 2010.
I’m not much of a decorator, sadly. It is not a talent I possess. But now we have a tree up, four nativities on the mantle, stockings hung, and a Santa on the piano. Christopher even hung a few strings of lights outside. Mix that with a Pandora Christmas station and some Christmas cookies (which Christopher will make, I’m not much of a baker, either)… and it feels like Christmas.