December seems to creep in slowly this year. The oak tree in my front yard is stubbornly clinging to its stunningly red leaves. The grass is littered with hundreds of acorns and I am still hesitant to let go of the warm fall colors.
In spite of my reluctance to relinquish all things autumn, decorating for Christmas the day after Thanksgiving is a tradition at our house. I enjoyed watching as my children eagerly unpacked their ornament boxes and chattered excitedly about the memories attached to each ornament. Glittering bulbs and treasured memories now adorn the branches of the potted tree we heaved into our living room.
My seven year-old son has eagerly purchased gifts for his sisters and me, and they are already wrapped and resting beneath the softly scented pine boughs. His eyes twinkle each time he talks to me about the gift he is saving to buy his father…
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