But this Christmas was even better than finding Sarah under my tree. It was our first Christmas together as a married couple!
So, although we are both busy with our jobs, I was extremely gung-ho about decorating. Popcorn and cranberry strings, tinsel garlands, hot-glue-gunned mini wreaths hanging in our windows… I probably went a bit overboard, but I had fun doing it. (Although the glue gun has insured me that, should I commit a crime, I will never be found. I may have permenantly seared off my fingerprints). The most important thing, of course, was getting ourselves straight to Greenbluff to chop down our very own tree.
(Murphy might like me to remind you that, technically speaking, he chopped down said tree. I pretty much just wasted an hour in the freezing cold tree farm trying to pick a good one.)
After we drove home and un-balled it, I was a bit shocked to discover it was not the majestic-looking Spruce I had originally taken it to be. It was lopsided and resembled one smaller tree growing a top a larger one. There was no word to describe it except… weird. It was a weird tree. But it smelled incredible! We made egg-nog (the adult version) and listened to the Charlie Brown Christmas album while we decorated it. I think it turned out perfectly.
And I guess our somewhat janky tree is a bit symbolic of our lives right now. Weird. A little hard to describe. But our tree, like our awesome marriage, filled our apartment with so much light and happiness that you can’t help but feel blessed for it.
Hookey, I know, but that’s how I felt all December long. The Christmas season was better than any doll, any gift, because we spent it celebrating our burgeoning little family and the love we share.
And as Penny might remind us, the true meaning of the season is the love we share. And then Penny might also lick your face for emphasis.
