Oh, Christmas tree

Last Monday (the Monday before Thanksgiving, yes), we set out to get our Christmas tree. We needed to be Christmas-ready as early as possible since we don’t know when baby d-day is going to hit. Also, Thanksgiving is late this year, so really we weren’t getting it all that early. We headed to the store and picked out a very plump and short Christmas tree—perfect for us (it looks a lot like me these days), and it smelt ideal. We asked the workers to come help us, and they proudly declared us the first people to buy a fresh Christmas tree at Lowes in American Fork. No prize awarded, just pride. Matty shoved it in the back of our civic, and we played Christmas tunes on the way home.

I’m not sure there are many things that get close to the joy of decorating a Christmas tree. We played music and tag teamed stringing the lights. Mickey was sniffing the needles, very curious as to why we brought a tree indoors most likely. This is only our second Christmas together, but we already have a good amount of ornaments. My mom bought Jack his first one, which is a baseball glove and ball with his name on it. We have a First Christmas together and a few I had from my single days. Last year we also bought a grab bag pack at Savers that was filled with little vintage toy ornaments. We took turns hanging them all until there were no gaps on the tree to be found.

Once we turned out all the lights in the house except for the ones on the tree, it was hard not to call our house cozy.