Back in October, my girlfriend asked me at some point if IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d ever considered getting a Christmas tree, to which I responded with an open-minded Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hell no.Ã¢â‚¬Â
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve never particularly liked Christmas, and only in recent years began not to despise it. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m Jewish, and I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even like those holidays. For me, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s always been Halloween or bust, with New YearÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s and July 4th being somewhat acceptable.
I found the holiday season to be a nuisance at best. My parents were careful to give me a great Chanukah experience growing up, but as one of two Jews in my entire high school, I was surrounded by a holiday that I had nothing to do with. I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help but feel left out, and playing with my friendsÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ toys on Christmas morning didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help matters.
My girlfriend is in fact also Jewish. But she grew up in a home that celebrated both holidays, and she wanted a tree to enjoy while visiting my apartment.
In a diabolical move, fully knowing I adore the Snoopy Halloween special, she showed up at my place right before Halloween with the entire line of Hallmark Halloween Peanuts ornaments out of nowhere. I had to admit they were awesome, and I begrudgingly agreed we would find a place to put them.
My apartment — known to my friends as Ã¢â‚¬Å“The Chamber of FearÃ¢â‚¬Â — would have a tree this year.