I WAS NOT THE KIND OF JEWISH KID who nagged my parents for a Christmas tree. To this day, I’ve never had one, and I’ve always been OK with that. Christmas trees can be beautiful, for sure, and I would enjoy collecting ornaments, if only I had something to hang them on. But Christmas trees are not for the likes of me, and that’s fine. Really.
Now wreaths are another matter. I’ve always loved wreaths, and every week I eye them longingly at the Greenmarket. Still, there’s a twinge of guilt. Wreaths are so…Christmas-y.
Will this be the year I break out and buy a wreath to hang on my fireplace mantel, for the first time ever? Or will I just continue to take pictures of them? We shall see.