Christmas has always been sacred to me, past the religious aspects, but in that no Christmas decorations go up until the day after Thanksgiving. I’ve never had a Christmas tree up on Thanksgiving Day and I’ve never had my cranberry sauce on a plate with holly. For the past 30 years, I’ve been loud and proud that I “respect the turkey.”
Until this year, when my four-year-old asked if we could set up the Christmas tree last weekend. He was just so excited and Thanksgiving is so darn late this year…that I gave in. I hauled our tree and ornaments out of the attic one night and with Christmas carols blaring, we decorated the darn thing.
Even more different, our son helped us for the first time this year.
In the past, my husband and I would turn on carols and pour a glass of champagne and decorate together. We started that tradition in 2006 for our first married Christmas and this year, it felt strange having little hands and shrieks of excitement involved.
I have to be honest that for a moment, I missed the old champagne and candlelight decorating with my husband. But then I remembered how fleeting this time is, both the holiday season and the season of parenting. Soon, far too soon, we will be back to decorating the tree as a couple.
So for now I’m going to disrespect the turkey with my entire family.
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