I know Christmas is coming when I start wondering where I left the ladders. I use them to get up to the attic. That's where all the Christmas decorations are. However, Christmas really begins when I set down in the kitchen with a cup of steaming coffee and hit the switch on my prelit Christmas tree.
Yes, it's the prelit Christmas tree that does it for me. We go back a long way, that Xmas tree and I. Some people feel sentimental writing Christmas cards, others when they bite into their first slice of Xmas cake. I may have a more prosaic start to Christmas, but the moment I light that tree still sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
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