Ask anyone who knows me well, and they will all tell you, without a doubt, that Christmas is my absolute favorite time of the year. Especially when you ask my mom. I remember always guilting her into dragging out all of our decorations from the attic, just to make sure our house was decorated for my birthday. That, to me, was the best present I could ask for. There’s just something about filling a house with all the glistening lights and Christmas knick-knacks collected over the years that warms the soul.
Of course, as I’ve grown older, I’ve realized that it’s by far not about how many presents you can squeeze under the tree, but more about who you have by your side to take in all the joy and happiness. It’s all about family, and remembering the true reason behind this holiday. Living this year away from home, I cannot wait in particular for this holiday, so that we can all be under one roof, together, celebrating.
But enough of the mushiness — that wasn’t my intention for this post!
My intent was, however, to exclaim my happiness since this past weekend, Derek and I brought home a baby tree and decorated our apartment! Sure, there’s not that much you can do to decorate a teeny-tiny 600 sq. foot apartment, but it’s amazing how cozy even this tree makes our little humble abode.