Tuesday, Dec. 3, 2013 — I just decorated my very own Christmas tree. For the first time. Yes, the tree is tiny and it only has me to admire it, but it is mine, and I love it.
Recently, my grandparents gave me a waist-high fake tree and a box of antique ornaments. And shortly after receiving them, I put up my personal Christmas tree in my apartment. I am not a very patient person.
However, while I am excited now for the approaching festive holiday, I admit there was a short time where I did not know what to expect for the coming season. My life has gone through drastic changes in the past six months. I am living in a new place, I have monthly bills like my school loan and within the span of this past year I have called Oregon, Washington D.C., Quincy and Susanville home.
Tuesday, Dec. 3, 2013 — I know I’m always kind of slow getting into the Christmas spirit. Call me a late bloomer, I guess. I mean, I’m not one of those real, “Bah, Humbug!” folks, but for the most part Christmas songs leave me more than a little bit underwhelmed. I know it’s the music of the season and all that, but that realization doesn’t really help me.
Maybe it was all those dreary, overcast afternoons in elementary school when the teachers didn’t have any more lesson plans for the final few lingering days leading up to Christmas vacation — a time when they’d break out the trusty, old autoharps and those stinky, smeary blue mimeographed sheets with the lyrics to such timeless wonders as “Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer,” “We Wish You A Merry Christmas” and “Deck the Halls.”
Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la?