Years ago, when my brother and I were younger, we would put up the Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving.
Over the years, that has dwindled all the way down to mom only wanting it up for three days (which means, put it up Christmas Eve and take it down the day after Christmas) because the cats tend to climb in it and chew on ornaments (yes, our cats are...interesting...but more on that some other time).
Last year, we didn't put it up at all. I didn't want to take care of it and neither did anyone else. So we just did without.
We've had the same Christmas tree (with the exception of one or two times when we've had real ones) for my whole life.
This tree has memories
After I was born my mom decided they had better buy a small, plastic Christmas tree to have in the house.So almost needless to say, this tree is in pretty bad shape.
The fact that we have to improvise new ways every year to make the boughs stay on says something in itself.
But this tree, this tree has memories.
Camping out under the Christmas tree, it being there with presents under it on Christmas morning.
Good memories.
Childhood, Christmas, memories.
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