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On the day after Thanksgiving, I threw myself into Christmas. I woke up my husband early and insisted he go and get the tree and ornaments out of storage. It is our first Christmas in our new home, so I was determined to make it a good one. It is awfully hard to not have fun decorating with little ones. I loved every minute of it.
But for all the tree-trimming and elf-on-the-shelf fun, this year it is bittersweet. It is the first Christmas without my beloved daddy, who died in May. Daddy loved Christmas. He was one of those rare people who get the true spirit of the season. He whistled Christmas tunes everywhere he went and put up tacky decorations everywhere just for the joy of it. He couldn’t care less about gifts.