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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Breaking with tradition, Christmas tree style.

…And in celebration of letting go of the past, enjoying the present, and hoping for the future, there were numerous Bailey’s Irish Coffees. And SMORES. And Bestie Time. 

I’ve been contemplating the usual Christmas traditions, specifically in my own home growing up in New Jersey.


Most of the time my scatterbrained, idealistic, overbearing (however endearing) mother would wait until the very last minute (Ahem: Christmas Eve, 12AM) before forcing me to face my severe trepidation at climbing tiny ladders into the wee bitty attics for a scavenger hunt.  The objective: To unearth the multiple limbs of our 20 year old Christmas tree, complete with eight giant boxes of Christmas décor. 

And we would spend the entire evening attempting to beat the clock to Christmas morning.  Of course, in the midst of childhood, I happened to be accustomed to sleeping at night.  As a result I was truly exhausted by morning and completely unable to actually enjoy the fruits of my labor.  Oh well.  Sleep is overrated, no?

Of course, in order to make up for the lost time during the Decembers that lacked our Christmas tree, the living room had the honor of accommodating our décor through the end of January. 

This was the common Christmas for me, growing up.

I have now resolved to discontinue the tradition and decorated my tiny studio apartment with a six foot Christmas tree complete with twinkle lights and sparkly ornaments at the very beginning of December.

I suppose there are some traditions that really shouldn’t exist. 

However, I do believe Bestie Day + Smores + Bailey's Irish Coffee = December 8, from now on.