A week more to go before Christmas. I'm pretty excited about it, as Tim and I would be going to Sydney to visit his brother and sister-in-law. Whee! I've never been to Sydney, and I'm dying to see the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge in person.
On another Christmas-related note, there'll (sadly) be no Christmas tree for us this year. One thing, we don't have a place of our own, so it's pretty pointless (according to the husband) to get one this year, and the other, and this pretty much got my blood boiling, the husband doesn't believe in getting one!
For as long as I remember, I've always had a Christmas tree. Even when I was in Dundee, my housemates and I had a tree, albeit a tiny one. Of course, Christmas isn't about the trees and presents, but it's my family tradition. The husband's family does not practise this, thus he doesn't understand why we should. He doesn't understand the reason of having to have a tree, exchange gifts, or any of the frivolous acts the season brings.
To him, it's just another day.
Sorry, love, but now that we're a family, I'm bringing this tradition to our family. An over-decorated and tacky tree, exchange of gifts (on a budget, of course), going to church, and a Christmas meal together, whether it's cheap or expensive. I just don't want it to be like any other day. It should be something we get to look forward to, toward the end of the year. The birth of Christ, and us celebrating the occasion together. And on a more secular mode, having a plastic tree with bright bobbles and fairy lights.
Anyway, he grudgingly agreed to getting one next year. With much reluctance, mind you. I've put the matter to rest, at least for now (okay, this post being the last one).
I know I shouldn't be bothered about this, over something so ridiculously trivial, but I sort of am.