Recently my cousin and I were reminiscing about how we'd always spend the holidays with family. She said, "Every year I remember when I was really small and could fit under your tree downstairs and how I used to look up at all the lights and ornaments." I could see it too. And to this day, the smell of a fresh pine tree for Christmas is the one thing that gets me in the holiday spirit.
The way the real tree smelled and how the pine needles would get all over the floor and stick in my socks, that's what winter is. Being around family this past weekend reminded me so much of how wonderful it is that holidays bring loved ones together. Thanksgiving is over but I already am looking forward to enjoying Christmas.
Happy December. It's the most wonderful time of the year.