Sometimes I feel like the Christmas season hasn't really started until we've found THE tree. When I was a kid this would happen soon after Thanksgiving because we used a fake tree (brothers have allergies... psh). So the tree would get set up within a week after Thanksgiving and we would decorate it and it would feel like Christmas for the several weeks leading up to that special day.
Now that I'm married, and no longer live with allergy ridden siblings, we get the joy of using a real tree during the holiday season. This year we found the perfect tree at Home Depot. We may have made one of the employees cry when we took this baby home because he'd been eyeing it all week. (I say may have because... we left before we could find out)
Here she is! Perfectly filled out, and exceptionally green. She's got almost a lime green quality to her branches. Almost everyone has asked "is it fake" the first time they saw her. But her beautiful perfume reminds us that she is not. And although she won't be up as long as some of the fake trees around town, she will make the season just a smidge more tangible as she emits her glorious scent.
The other most important part of Christmas is the Nativity. Okay, in all actuality I suppose this should be my main requirement for the holiday since it depicts the actual reason for Christmas. Even though I admit that I subscribe, perhaps too much, to the commercialism of Christmas, I swear I spend just as much time sitting and looking at my nativity as I do at my tree.
My mother collects Nativities. There was always at least a small nativity out at my house all year round, but at Christmas time the house was completely covered in them. I always loved helping my mom set them up. She even had several that were unbreakable so little kids could play with them.
My grandma must have known how special nativities are to me, and she gave me this set the first Christmas of my married life. I have a plastic one from my mom too :-)
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