A few weeks ago I let myself wander into the Christmas section of Target. Bad idea. If you can avoid it, don’t go because you will want to buy everything and you will sit and stare at the tinsel and knitted stockings for hours. And this was the beginning of my downfall. I admit it, this year I became an advocate for putting up a Christmas tree before Thanksgiving. BUT, before you throw a tantrum about how I hate gratitude and pilgrims and cornucopias, let me explain.
If I were to wait until after Thanksgiving to put up a tree, I would only get to spend two weeks with this tree. Between traveling for Thanksgiving and Christmas, I am only in my apartment for two weeks in December. Sooooo, after I picked up a steal of a tree last week (after finally breaking free of the Target Christmas wonderland) and letting it sit in the box for a few days, I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to spend as much time with the lights and ornaments and green tree as I could. I was going to squeeze every bit of Christmas goodness as I could out of my little tree. And so it happened. And it was wonderful.
I still love Thanksgiving (keep your eye out for some south of the border Thanksgiving posts soon), and I love turkeys and family time and giving November all the glory it deserves, but I have no regrets about putting up my Christmas tree early. Every night when I look at that twinkling 6-ft beauty, it warms my heart and no one can take that away.