I had pretty bad procrastinator's remorse this year when I let the month of December get away from me. I really wanted to go with Ryan and pick out a Christmas tree, but our December evenings together were rare (thanks to his a'cappella group having so many Christmas gigs). And the eveinings we were both free were spent car shopping.
When the week of Christmas came, I was feeling pretty bummed about not getting a tree. I know that's not what the holiday is really about, but it just didn't feel like Christmas. I thought it would be silly of me to go out and spend the money to put up a tree 4 days before Christmas, but deep down that was exactly what I wanted to do. I let Ryan know I was sad about it and vowed to him that next year we'd get a tree the first week of December. The next day, when I came home from work at 5pm, my wonderful husband had gone out and bought a tree, set it up in our living room and started decorating it with white twinkle lights. What a man! It was like he had brought me flowers times ten! I can't even tell you how happy it made me. I just love him.
p.s. Notice the fact that it's a 5 foot tree up on a table and the ornaments don't even start for a least a foot off the bottom of the tree? We have successfully baby-proofed Christmas.
For a great message to get you in the true spirit of Christmas, go here.
