December 3, 2010

Just Like I've Always Imagined

I've had a secret fear that my family... my whole family.... was over Christmas.  Everyone, that is, except for me.  I love everything about it... our annual cookie day, the music, the lights, the trees, the presents, the flavors.... it all just warms my heart.
My family, though, has slowly started to do less and less for the holiday.  I couldn't even tell you the last time my dad put lights on the house, and the only reason we had any outdoor decoration at all was because I bought my dad a twinkling snowman (who is super-cute, btw).  He says it's too cold, that he doesn't have the time, or (his newest line) that he doesn't have a ladder that will reach high enough anymore.  Excuses, excuses, I say! 

Then, last year, my family didn't even have a tree (well, Grams gave us a cute little one... but it just wasn't the same, you know?), and I couldn't help but feel a little sad without it.  We propped our tree on a TV tray in the living room, tree skirt and all, and kept our presents on the floor beside it.  It just didn't have the same effect, if you know what I mean.

Decorations and a tree... it's just stuff, right?  Yes... but it matters to me!

Today, I was overwhelmed with joy when my parents came home with a beautiful, tall, and full Christmas tree!  Even better than the tree itself was the effect of said tree.  Immediately, everyone began pitching in to assemble the tree, and mom and I ran down to the basement to get out our ornaments and decorations.  And then, we spent hours... together... decorating our home for Christmas. 

It was just like I've always seen on TV... a family coming together, reminiscing about the ornaments that adorn each evergreen branch, hanging stockings and wreaths, and we even found a new, perfect place for Grandma's old tree. 

Our house looks like it's been sprinkled by the magic of the Ghost of Christmas Present.  It looks better than I can ever remember! 

And as I sit here, sipping on my cinnamon apple tea, I can't help but feel warm and fuzzy inside about what I hope will become a new family tradition.       

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