Yesterday was chilly & rainy and it snowed further south. I joked on Twitter that it made me want to start decorating for Christmas.
And then later in the day, Jimmy and Daniel both declared they wanted the Christmas tree in the house.
And I agreed. By 6 PM, November 1, our Christmas tree was in the house and working.
I know. I know. My family is the reason we can’t have nice things. We are a teensy bit from being white trash.
The truth is, the tree makes us happy. We won’t decorate it for several more weeks, but hearing Daniel’s excited gasp of “wow!” yesterday made it worthwhile. And Jimmy loves it too.
And let’s be honest. We haven’t been great at managing our time lately considering that we are always carving our pumpkins on Halloween. We are great at making plans and then life gets in the way. Better to set up the tree now and make sure it works (an issue in prior years) instead of a few days before Christmas.
So, yeah. We’re those neighbors. But I don’t care. Daniel begged me to plug in the tree from the time he woke up today. Jimmy loved seeing the lights reflected throughout the house. And I love how cozy it made everything feel when it was raw and chilly outside.
I’m a few steps away from singing Christmas carols. And we all feel so happy; what could possibly be wrong with that???