My Family’s Holiday Tradition

Currently, I am sick beyond measure. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating a bit, but don’t we all overemphasize when sickness takes over, especially when you have to run to CVS and buy expensive medicine, regardless of the countless coupons you hold, that you need but don’t want to pay for . So, of course it is the end of the world. However, I would rather focus on the finer things in life.

It is that time of year, and yesterday my house was finally complete with its decor. While the lights, movies — The Grinch of course —and gingerbread men are far from being minuscule, there is something far greater during this festive time. Our tree.

family holiday tradition

Every year, my dad says, “I’m gonna get a real tree.” While many might find this to be a highlight of the holiday season, as it smells of pine needles and holly, there is something about our fake tree that keeps me holding on. While it is a lovely tree, that is not the reason why I love it so much because it is A LOT of work. Every single branch has to be placed on it one by one. It then has to be fluffed out. That is before the many lights and ornaments are added. You can only imagine how long that takes.

Before this year, it had a way of falling down —my dad finally decided to get a brand new tree stand that has made it less of a hassle. Regardless, what really keeps me holding on and always pressing my dad to use it —even though he said this year, and I quote, “I think even after you leave I will put it up since we have this tree stand” — is because, for as long as I can remember, it has been something we do together every year.

It is so easy to get caught up in life, but traditions always spark a special place within all of our hearts. So while I am constantly blowing my nose and sipping on numerous cups of tea —I have lost count as to how many — sitting here staring at the tradition that has managed to hold on will continually put a smile on my face.


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