Today, I finished putting up the remaining touches on our Christmas tree, and put away the stacks of Christmas decoration boxes. My hubby was generous enough to go Christmas tree shopping with me on Sunday, even though it was barely cold enough to need a jacket.
Christmas just isn’t Christmas until you have a nice fragrant tree up in your living room, and I am so glad that I have mine, now all that’s left is to start putting presents under it. Pulling out the ornaments year after year is like opening up boxes with old friends in them. This year is especially happy, because during the move, I found many that I thought that I had lost in a previous move. Most of them were pretty enamel onces that I had picked up during my travels in China, and they had a large amount of sentimental value to them (even if I only paid about 50 cents for each one).