It's odd that I was in a funk LAST year. Because for the Christmases of 2004 and 2007, Sweet Girl was in the Persian Gulf on an aircraft carrier, and THAT'S logically when I should have been all anti-Christmasy. I do remember being in a bit of a depression that first year. I finally decorated the tree, and as I was sliding it into place, it toppled over, and naturally the only ornaments that broke were a couple of Sweet Girl's collectible ones. I burst into tears and then proceeded to eBay, where all things broken can be fixed. Almost.
After Hubby and I married (I think), I started the tradition of decorating the day after Thanksgiving. I would spend the day watching college football and/or listening to Christmas music while Hubby
I debated whether or not I would even bother with the tree. I blogged about my indecision, and eventually I DID put the tree up, and it was beautiful. It has all white lights, which I love, but Hubby would prefer the multi-colored ones. Sweet Girl would prefer a real tree, but she doesn't live here anymore. She also hates the ribbons I tie on the tree, but I insist on having them. I have collected many ornaments over the years, and I relive some special memories every time I put them on the tree.
This year we were again away from home the day after Thanksgiving, this time at Sweet Girl's house. We came home on Friday, and I am embarrassed to say that I. Never. Thought. About. Putting. Up. A. Tree. It seriously never crossed my mind until I read Frogger Blogger's post about getting their decorations out of the attic.
In the words of Homer Simpson, "Doh!"
Just tonight Hubby asked if I planned to put up the tree this year.
I guess I will, but it seems almost pointless. We don't have visitors during the holidays, we don't have any children at home, and we don't have any presents to put under the tree. Hubby's daughter and granddaughter come over right before lunch on Christmas Day, we open presents in a hurry and then scurry down to Hubby's mother's house for lunch. She lives at the end of our road, LITERALLY a stone's throw away (well, maybe a Frisbee in a stiff wind), and we are always the last ones there.
This weekend we will be gone again for what is probably our last RV trip of the year. Then we are going to Jamaica for 4 days the week before Christmas. So really, is there a point?