2020 is a weird year. We put up our Christmas tree tonight, Wednesday night. We did it after my daughter finished her homework. But we couldn’t take too long, since she has to be up for school tomorrow and had to get to bed.
Normally, we would have done it on a Sunday afternoon. We would have made a big deal of it. Listened to Christmas music, eaten cookies, stuff like that. This year was almost clinical.
Still, it’s nice to have the tree up. The house smells great. The lights provide a warm glow. And I get to look at it and remember when my daughter made all the ornaments. It’s leaning, but even that’s kind of a tradition. It was different, but I’m happy with the way it came out.
