As November draws to a close and the anticipation for the start of December increases, I am like a little child, eager for the Christmas season to begin. On the first Monday evening in December, we put up our tree. It is one of my favourite evenings of the year.
We sing along to music that plays in the background, stepping away from decorating the tree to skip to a favourite song. My Handsome Man makes indulgent hot chocolates topped with whipped cream and flake and we sip away, admiring the lights on the tree.
Carefully we unwrap the decorations from the tissue paper and find the perfect place to hang them on the tree. I am very particular about the tree, with decorations evenly spaced and coordinated, whereas Handsome favours the more thrown together look. I am learning not to rehang the ornaments that are too close to each other and just relax a little and Handsome is patient on the occasions where my OCD tendencies really cannot cope.
On the evening that we put up the Christmas tree, as music played in the background, My Handsome Man pulled me towards him for a quick kiss and a cuddle, we took a second to pause and just savour the moment. The two of us, decorating our Christmas tree for our second Christmas together.
Since December the first, I have had 'Cold December Night' by Michael Buble stuck in my head:
'So please just fall in love with me this Christmas,
There's nothing else that I will need this Christmas
Won't be wrapped under a tree.
I want something to last forever
So kiss me on this cold December night.'
I have found myself humming it to myself as I do chores around the house. Although it sounds like a fairytale, I believe in forever. I want ours to be one of those marriages, one where we continue to fall in love with each other, to choose to love each other, each and every day.