On Sunday night I surprised Trev with a Christmas tree. We weren't planning on getting one this year (not home for Christmas, lots of work, so on - maybe I was being scrooge-ish). Anyhoo, he was thrilled. We spent the night last night packing on the ornaments.
As of right now we've even got presents under the tree! It's exciting.
Trev just dropped a bomb and said that he's not used to presents under the tree (I was bugging him about why NONE of the things he's wrapped for me are under there). All his presents were from Santa, he says.
"Didn't you get anything from your mom and dad!??!"
"They're ALL from mom and dad, Kate."
"Well, when you're a kid you don't know that!"
A tree without presents under it... It's true, on Christmas morning at the in-laws' place, all of our presents are lined up in rows on the living room floor. Nothing under the tree.
And they don't do stockings either. I used to love my stocking because Santa left it on my bed while I was sleeping, and it gave me something to do between 5:30 am, when I'd wake up in my childhood excitement, and 8:00 am when everyone else would start to stir. (A strategic move on my parents' part, I see this now.)
Funny how different the traditions can be even within the same holiday season. I look forward to starting my own traditions both with Trevor now, and with our children (whenever they should happen to arrive).
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