It’s no secret how much I love Christmas. Always have, always will.
(I must have been 3 in this picture with my dad?)
Today I took my tree down. I’ve had it over a month, and it would drop a handful of needles at the slightest touch. There’s something cathartic about taking it all down — I think it’s because I’m scared of clutter, and I was starting to feel like there was too much going on in my house. An old friend came into my house a couple of days ago, as he’s in town for the holidays, and commented on how my house has “really filled out” since last time he was over. That alone made me want to take a trip to the Goodwill (not to shop for once, but to purge).
Anyway, this year my roommate spent three weeks after Thanksgiving in Australia, and so I took it upon myself to add a touch of Christmas around the house. All around the house, actually.
There’s honestly nothing that makes me happier than sitting in front of the tree at night, with the lights twinkling, Willie Nelson on in the background, sipping mulled wine with a friend.
Did anyone else grow up sticking cloves in oranges? That’s the smell of Christmas for me. I can’t ever get enough.
Now it’s all over and a new year is about to begin. I could not be more grateful for the changes I’ve made in 2012 and for my incredible friends and family. In the words of my good friend Emily Katz, “oh it seems to me, that I might be, the luckiest girl in the whole wide world.”
While that would be a good note to leave on, I can’t not share this photo. I’m not sure how old I was here. Maybe 5? Julia, my older sister, got a boombox that Christmas and I didn’t. Hence my face. Anyway, I hope you had a very merry Christmas, and a happy, healthy new year. Thanks for reading this thing. xo