this is so my kind of tree
It was a tradition when I was little that we would go looking for the neighborhood with the best christmas tree lights. that night was always so magical, being tucked in the car with blankets and hot chocolate, soft christmas music coming over the radio, and the glow of beautifully lit houses being distorted by the frost on the car windows. I’ve decided I want to pull it out of storage and go house hunting again this year, bring back some childhood nostalgia
