We don't have a Christmas tree in our house, even though we have fifteen acres from which we could cut one.
No Christmas decorations up at all. They're still packed in a box in a storage trailer.
Sweet Hubs and I agreed that we wouldn't buy each other anything. Not even a Christmas card.
None of it matters even one little bit. We have each other. We have our first Christmas in our new life in Montana. It's definitely going to be a white Christmas, which we haven't had in years.
We have two good dogs. A warm, cozy house. Plenty of firewood. A prime rib for our Christmas dinner. We have good wine, candle light, deer in the back yard, a view of the lake and the smell of pine trees and wood smoke in the cold winter air. Life is beautiful.
The only thing missing is that the children will not be able to spend the holiday with us.
Next year, we may have our holiday things unpacked to the point where I can get at them. But if not, that's OK. I have all I need.