Not a Grinch

I have decided not to get a Christmas tree this year, not because I am willfully rebelling, but because it feels liberated. Or maybe I am feeling a bit like a bachlorette and would rather lie around and watch football and Christmas specials with a hangover in my PJ's without having to remember to put water in the tree. I still put the jingle bells on the dogs for their walks and THAT is festive.

It's okay, I am feeling good about it. Maybe my dad is rubbing off on me...