Tell me if this feels familiar: Before the first golden leaf spirals to the ground and the fall temperature slips under 55½ degrees for the first time, the first sweater from somebody’s closet comes out, and the first pumpkin-spiced anything is announced, the low rush of excitement that’s been building inside you since last Christmas goes full blast.
Let the holidaying begin, Baby. And for me that starts with trees. Of the Christmas variety. In plural.
Now. I know the rule: Pumpkins before trees. But I am not about that life, and you don’t have to be either. You can decide what gives you the most joy and go with it. Freestyle! Put your special touch on the meaning and magic of the holidays so that it feels just right for you and your family.
Like me. The traditional holiday calendar and order of holidays mean nothing to me. Nothing. While I love what’s important and different about each holiday, in my house all things coexist. To me the holiday season is a whole vibe—a flow of joy from one occasion to the next.