Like a Christmas tree.
While back in New York for Thanksgiving, my mom and I got in the holiday spirit by getting her a Christmas tree. We've had a real tree for as long as I can remember but with my mom's illness this past year, the fact that she has to lug shit up and down the stairs from the cellar, and my dad having to haul a real tree in and out of the house, it just seemed easier to buy a good-quality fake one that will last and be much more manageable for them.
We went shopping the Saturday after Thanksgiving and the first thing we found was the tree. It's 7.5 feet tall, which proved to be just a smidge too tall for the family room so it's sitting at my parents' house decorated but sans angel. Which I prefer because for some reason, I hate angels atop a Christmas tree. While we were out, my mom also picked up a few new snowflake ornaments to mix things up a bit.
I also picked up my first Christmas gifts of the season; one for my brother and one for my father.
They were both delighted with their new Syracuse Orangemen ornament and it was the first to go on our tree after my mom and I had put it up. It's a nice complement to the SU banner hanging over the fireplace that my father won't allow anyone to remove.
We used to have the multi-colored lights and a bunch of random ornaments when Andy and I were little but as we got older, my mom started doing a color theme for the tree and it's been purple and silver now for a few years, which we both love, seeing as though purple is the most awesomest color ever. Look, purple and sparkly!
Now I just wait with childlike excitement and anticipation for Christmas.
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