I have always been terrified of the dark; as a kid, I turned every light on in the house if I had to walk around at night. I think that's why I first fell in love with our Christmas tree. Not only was it a giant night light, but it also brought something extraordinary into my home. It seemed the kind of setting where a fairytale could take place: a tree inside a home, little lights inside it, sparkling red and green bulbs. I would sleep on the couch next to the tree whenever I could just to look at it a little longer. It felt magical.
Living away from home, I have missed seeing that tree all December. My mom and my sister must have known how important it was to me, because this year they sent me a Christmas package with a tiny tree, ornaments, and tree skirt (and a couple other Christmas goodies).
So it's a little smaller than the tree I had at my parents house. It's still just as marvelous. Every night since I got it, I have spent a good 20 minutes each night sitting by it, just as mesmerized as I am every year.