I am the youngest in a family of seven – a blended brood with three boys, two girls, and two parents at the helm. As born-again Christians, my mom and dad took Christmas very seriously. They went all-out.
My husband, Chris, and I decided to have a “real” Christmas tree this year. By “real,” I mean, “fake,” but also I mean, “more real than the three-foot, self-lit, $10 one Chris bought years ago, before we met.” A “nicer fake” tree, if you will.
Chris started the decorating — stringing up LED lights all over the inside of the house. I pulled out the Christmas tree from the garage.