I've always loved the Christmas tree. There is something about the soft glow of the tree lit up that just seems magical. Growing up I remember sneaking into the living room, closing the pocket door, turning on the tree lights, and laying on the couch. I would sit there for long periods of time just soaking in the feeling of Christmas.
As I've gotten older that feeling has never gone away. Each year I have to talk myself out of putting the tree up too early. This year I tried to convince myself to wait until after Thanksgiving, but inside I was dying to set up the tree. Brandon understanding my internal struggle pulled everything from storage on Saturday afternoon.
The tree was set up and stockings hung. As soon as the lights were plugged in there was an audible sigh from the little guy. I felt the same way inside.
Tonight after dinner I enjoyed watching the boys lay down under the tree and soaking in that same magical feeling.