Every year, like clockwork, Canadians divide into two passionate camps: Camp WAIT UNTIL DECEMBER, YOU MONSTER and Camp LIGHT IT UP, BABY, IT’S NOVEMBER 3RD. And then… there’s me. I put mine up the first week of November! Yes, seven days before many believe “the season has officially begun,” and I regret absolutely nothing. Because honestly? The moment the tree lit up, my whole living room felt warmer, happier, and more peaceful — kind of like slipping into a perfectly supportive bra after wearing the wrong one for years. Because as soon as the girls stop bouncing, you power up like the NYC tree on lighting day — boom, instant confidence, and ready to sprint through Times Square like a woman on a mission!