I love putting up my Christmas tree. Every year I have a tradition of thinking about how weird of a tradition it is to saw down a tree, drag it into your house, and then put all kinds of lights and sentimental ornaments on it. They make a mess, they're expensive, and really, the tradition makes no sense in the context of the holiday. It's a strange tradition, a holdover from years past with roots long forgotten, but it's so much fun we stick with it. I love the way the trees smell, and I always hope that after I put it up a woodland animal that was hiding inside will jump out--a Christmas miracle!