Last night while I was busy making our condo festive, I realized something. This has become our tradition every year since My Love and I first moved in together. Since before we were even married.
I put up the tree. I sip wine. I decorate the tree. I sip wine. My Love tells me where there's a gap on the tree with no ornament while watching football. I sip wine. My love hangs his 3 favourite ornaments. Then back to football. I sip wine. I talk about changing the "theme" of our tree. My Love agrees and tells me he was thinking the same thing (while trying to keep a straight face). Back to football. I sip wine.
Ahhh, I love traditions. Let the festivities begin.