One of my most cherished memories of childhood was taking out the Christmas tree the weekend after Thanksgiving and watching my mom untangle the lights and curse them as she wrapped them not so gingerly around the tree. The anticipation of getting my turn to take out my precious ornaments and place them on the tree was almost unbearable.
We always put holiday music on and danced around as we decorated and prepared for Christmas. During the season, I’d lay under the tree and sing Christmas carols. Even as I got older, I still looked forward to decorating – the lights, the glow, the smells, the garland, the bells, all of it. The holidays were so special.
Grown and with my own kids, I always look forward to putting on the Christmas music and listening to my husband curse a holiday tune as he carries everything up from the basement. We have a pre-lit tree, so I don’t have to fight the light stringing. Under the guidance of my mother-in-law I have added a miniature Christmas village under the tree. We have the houses, the lights, and the cheerful holiday shoppers in the town center carefully avoiding the wildlife overlooking the entire scene.