it’s Christmas now for me here.

An executive decision was made earlier this week that I will embark on my holiday 2019 journey, effective immediately, with right next steps being purchasing a Christmas tree. So I went across the street, almost literally, to the state farmer's market, in the frose rain (because it wasn't really frozen but kind of watered down chilly) and from the single vendor who's set up this early to schlep trees, I bought a very-tall-to-me tree, and last night, I decored it AF.

Reason being that we're leaving for Colorado on 12/20, so if I wanna Christmas in Raleigh, we gotta get some pep in our step. Additionally, I was treeless in kondo last year. I felt like a tornado had hit me in the brain, and I was too busy wandering around the new loft and crying in my bathrobe to deck any halls (well, absence of) so kondo kristmas was a pitiful situation. But HARK BITCHES, I've got a 10 ft tree. I pulled out all the fruits of my inheritance (two Tupperwares of ornaments) and got to getting it done.

It's magical having a tree in the house - it amazes me every year. The smell is better than looking at a Polaroid of your past - it's a warp zone to nicest of nostalgias. Holiday memories. Warm happy sigh.

Aside from a few Furbish ones I add each year, my ornaments are mostly care of my grandmother, who made a batch each year as long as I knew her. Painted wood, fabric and bedazzled balls, and needlepoint baskets, just to name a few, fill my bins, and each year I get to open them, and remember, is a lil holiday magic.

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