Over the weekend while out running errands, I kept seeing people driving with Christmas trees on their cars, on the way home to start decorating. I saw kids in driveways, hopping up and down, waiting for dad to unload the tree. It made me smile and it made me a little wistful as we won't be having a tree this year. There is a lot of travel for us around the holidays and Christmas itself will be in Texas with Kurt's family.
We've had plenty of years without a tree as we have not spent Christmas the same way since we've been married. The first year we were married, we ran the Honolulu marathon in the middle of December, with a week of recovery (for me) and fun on Maui afterward, then we went to Texas for Christmas. The following year we might have had a small tree as we were home for Christmas, then left immediately afterward for a month's trip to Italy and Portugal for our honeymoon. The year after that was probably Texas, etc etc.
I think because this year we are both focused far outside of ourselves (aside from the plumbing) and onto other members of our families, I felt a stronger yearning to have a tree and to put lights up outside. Watching those cars loaded with trees humming along was a reminder to be patient. I did put a wreath outside the front door last week, and yesterday I thought about getting a poinsettia or two, but decided against it as we are only going to be here another week.
Around 3 yesterday afternoon our neighbor, Janet, came by with a Christmas card and a poinsettia for us. After thanking her with a big hug, I thanked the guardian angel in charge of hearing my gentle wishes for just a little more Christmas at home.