I Don’t Care What You Say… The Tree is Goin’ UPPPP!
Every year it’s the same argument. “It’s too early for Christmas décor,” they say. “Wait until after Thanksgiving,” they say. Meanwhile, I’m standing there with a glittery Santa hat, clutching my hot cocoa, ready to wrestle a seven-foot spruce into the living room like a lumberjack hopped up on sugar cookies.
Look, I’ve done the waiting game before. And you know what happened? December turned into a blur of chaos, and by the time I finally got to enjoy my twinkly lights, it was January 2nd, and people were already giving me the side-eye for keeping them up. Not this year. No, ma’am. This year, the moment the first cool breeze hit, I took it as a divine sign: it’s Christmas season, baby.
So I dragged the tree out of storage—half the lights tangled, one branch looking suspiciously like it went through a woodchipper—and I put that thing up with the determination of a Hallmark heroine in a small-town tree-decorating contest. The chickens watched through the window like I’d lost my mind. The donkey brayed every time an ornament hit the floor. But I didn’t care. The tree was happening.
Now it’s glowing proudly in the corner, weeks ahead of schedule, and every time I walk by, I feel like Buddy the Elf hopped on espresso. Do I regret it? Absolutely not. Do the people in my house roll their eyes? Absolutely yes. But guess what—
The tree is goin’ UPPPP. And it’s stayin’ there until March. 🎄🔥
