Monday, November 24, 2014

My Christmas Spirit

My sister loves Christmas a lot. She starts getting excited as soon as Halloween is over. She's one of the only people I know who doesn't think malls start decorating and playing holiday music too early.
When we were younger, she would wake me up by coming into my room singing, "We Wish You a Merry Christmas," then the two of us would go jump on our older brother's bed singing and taking his blankets away until he got out of bed.
I have so many good Christmas memories of the two of us writing notes to Santa, making gingerbread houses, laying awake on Christmas Eve and talking when we had to share a bed because relatives had come to visit, and watching Love, Actually together every year since that movie came out. 

But by far our favourite tradition is decorating the tree at our parents' house together. We started the tradition when we were kids and our brother got older and stopped helping, and eventually moved out. (I decided not to post a photo because I've shared enough unflattering childhood photos of us from the past.)
Lisa moved away when I was still in school and was away for my teen years. She always came home for the holiday but we didn't get to decorate the tree together any more. The first time we got to decorate together again was in 2009, in a new house, but it was just as fun as when we were kids. We played Boney M's Christmas album (a family fave) and sang along to Paul McCartney's "Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time."

Ever since then we always decorate together, even if it's over Skype, like in 2011 and 2012 after she moved away again. 

But it's always more fun when we can sing together, drink Bailey's and hot chocolate, and laugh at all our bad homemade ornaments from when we were kids. Well...Lisa does most of the my ornaments.. but it's still fun!

My senior year of high school I wasn't doing so well. Some bad things had happened and my Christmas spirit was completely non-existant. My sister wasn't planning on coming home, I was working at a mall (which is the world's most soul-sucking job around the holiday season), I was just down.
Then one day at school, I went to the student council room to drop off my books and pick up my lunch and my sister came out of nowhere to surprise me. I started crying and immediately felt better than I had in weeks. 

When we aren't together on December 25 it doesn't feel like Christmas. And when we are together, even if it's more than a month before Christmas (like yesterday when the above photo was taken) or a month after (like my first year of university when Lisa was backpacking around Europe and we didn't celebrate Christmas until January when she was back in the country.) my Christmas spirit is alive and well. I will belt out Boney M, wear antlers on my head, and endure teasing about my childhood art skills. 
I'm so lucky to have a best friend who has known me my whole life, who knows me in a way nobody else can, and I am so thankful for the traditions we share.

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