jeremy evil tells me the American rule of thumb is to never put up the Christmas tree until after American Thanksgiving. (I can’t vouch for the veracity of that, being a pure Canuck and all.)
Well, up here, it’s chilly out, it snowed last night, and we’ve both been in celebration mode for the past week - my sobriety anniversary was Tuesday, I took my one-year cake at my AA home group last night, and our one-year anniversary of having met is this coming Monday.
A couple of weeks ago, I checked the Canadian Tire web site to see what artificial trees are going for these days, and what would be the best deal. The one I picked out, as it turns out, is on sale this week ($30 off!) so I told Jer we should go buy it today while it’s still on sale and in stock. It’s a 6-footer, and, as I look over to Jer setting it up as I type this, very nice for the price ($49.99 CDN on sale).
While we were at the Tire, we bought lights, ornaments (with a definite muted color scheme - we are so gay!), bows, bauble hooks, a tree skirt… and after we checked out, we turned to each other and said, “Let’s just put it up tonight.”
When I was little, I always wanted to put the tree up as soon as it got cold out, but my parents would say, “No, no, it’s too early. We’ll wait until two weeks before Christmas.”
Well, I’m 31 years old now. I can do what I want. Jeremy is totally into festive decoration (he did the front door for Hallowe’en at the beginning of October!).
So, I’ve got a Mannheim Steamroller Christmas CD playing on the 'puter, Jer has now finished setting up the tree and is putting the lights on, and after we get back from running some more errands, we’re going to decorate it.
We’re putting our tree up - our first Christmas tree as a couple living together - this second weekend of November, and we’re going to make that our tradition. Because we want it that way, and we can.