In New York, you don’t throw on a top coat, get in the car, drive to the Christmas Tree farm, pick out a tree and cut it down. Instead, you wear all the clothes you have in your closet, find your heaviest gloves, walk down to the sidewalk outside of a store and pick out whichever tree seems right and then trug it all the way back to your apartment, up four flights of stairs and then by the time it’s there you’re too exhausted of the whole process so it takes you a week to decorate it. I realize I just took all the magic out of this process, but all the work was really actually was such a special time for us. It was our first Christmas tree together! Joey saw the tree first, picked it out and I absolutely loved it. It’s 6 feet tall (because we have these really high ceilings that it felt rude to not use) and it’s decorated in gold, sparkle and bronze. Personally speaking, I love it. But I mean, who doesn’t love their own tree?