I admittedly am the girl who puts her Christmas decorations up the second that the last Snickers bar has been distributed from my Halloween treat bucket. I probably would have done it sooner this year had my daughter not forbidden me from even looking at the pile of Rubbermaid boxes in the basement filled with ornaments and glittery reindeer trinkets. I haven’t always been this way, though. I spent so many years barely willing myself to put a tree up, sometimes only dragging out the 3′ tall fiberoptic tree that my dad bought me for my college apartment seemingly 100 years ago. The Christmas spirit was just not always easy…