This is the first year I put up my Christmas tree since my grandmother died. Every year for 10 or so years, she gave each grand-kid an ornament for Christmas. They were never my style, but I kept them, for a tradition like that is to be cherished. So when I put my tree up last week a mix of sentiment and sadness came over me as I carefully unwrapped each shiny glass ornament she gave me, that clash with all my other ornaments. But I don’t care. I love Christmas trees… I love the memories attached to ornaments… I love what it all represents. I’m a total sap, I’m a total romantic. I make no apologies.