The weekend started off terribly but like all things that didn't seem to last. Arguments are never worth the effort and always leave me completely exhausted. Enter my adorable little Christmas tree. I just love it. It was love at first sight. I paid for the tree and the newest in tree stand technology- completely screwless! The tree guy drilled the hole, bagged the tree, and threw it over his shoulder to carry it to my car. I know I'm from Maine because I found this lumberjack quality totally attractive. I insisted that the tree ride shotgun since it was just me and the tree. He obliged and then shyly asked for my number. Oh Christmas!
Fast forward to Saturday after the branches have fallen. The lights went on (all red) without a snag. As I start decorating with the terrible plastic ornaments purchased last year on clearance it hit me. All of the memories of Christmases past came flooding back. The laughter of childhood with my sister, the dancing lights, the fudge making, the perfect wrapping, the anticipation, the friends, the family, and so much love. I found myself rocking around the christmas tree, just me and Loki. I can't wait to get home in just over a week and see everyone.
Yes, Margaret, this tree will be thrown out the window when all is said and done.
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