I love this time of year. The lights. The decorations. The visions of sugar plums dancing in my head(oh wait, that vision is actually me dancing in the mirror.) It is a beautiful time of year. Husband #1 actually proposed in front of the Rockefellar Center Christmas tree(isn't that a joke)...well, he didn't actually propose, he tried to propose, but he thought the ring fell out of the gloves he bought me and then when i finally realized that the ring was in the glove, he was in such a state of panic that he sort of just looked at me, his eyes glazed(like he looks at me now, most of the time) and I just assumed he meant to propose because i was holding a diamond engagement ring in my hand and people around us were clapping(no, his parents weren't there.)
Totally not the point of the blog. I am certain that the reason why I am jewish is so I cannot celebrate Christmas. If i did, I would need to have a tree. A beautiful tree. Every year. With lots of decorations(which I am assuming would be sports related). When I think about husband #1 going to get the tree, tying it to the hood of the van, bringing it into our house, setting it up and then removing it when the holiday season is over(which, I am assuming if this were a true scenario would be some time in July) I realize that this is why i celebrate a holiday that involves putting some menorahs on a table(that I bring up from the basement)and then putting it all away 8 days later.
But I still love this season. And I will still wake up Christmas morning hoping that some guy fell down our chimney with lots of presents...