My Christmas tree has been up since the weekend after Thanksgiving! That, sadly, is about as far as my limited holiday cheer has taken me this year. If Dan, emotionally aged 7 come every December, would have let me I would have even skipped the tree this year, I think. He wouldn't hear of it, though.
Likewise, he wasn't listening when I suggested we go for a smaller pine, but...10+ feet of Frazier Fir later....one of us is smiling like a kid at Christmas.
Actually, I'm glad Dan told me to elf off with my bah-hum-bug. For anyone else feeling a tad Grinchey, I will confess that at least putting yourself in the midst of things merry does, in fact, help.
It helps, too, when your friends organize a tree cutting tailgate straight from the Clark W. Griswald (juuuuuunior!) playbook. That's what I'm writing about today over at my Fedscoop Social Studies column, and you can read about it here.