We wait until Epiphany to take the tree down. It seems fair. All 12 days of Christmas are celebrated with the smell-less conifer. When Poppa first brought it home--or rather, when first I journeyed home from college to find this imposter, I was deeply wounded. How dare he?! What's next: a fake baby in a manger?!!
Christmas is not about being FAKEY. It's about real things. Like presents and love and showing someone how much you love them by how good your present is.
Except, I adore this tree. It's perfectly shaped and no one curses stabby needles or the possibility of our house going up in flames; no one drags it to the curb. It is as much a part of our family as the baby we steal to put in a little horse trough outside.
Editor's note: Here pictured are neither our tree nor our Infant Jesus replica. But they're cute, yes?
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You said it. Nog, love, family, Santa. Keep it real.
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