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The Great Christmas Tree Debate: When Is the Right Time to Put It Up?

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 over 2 weeks ago.
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 all day.
(I promised just a couple comparisons. That was one.)


✨ So Tell Me… When’s Yours Going Up?

  1. Is it already standing there like a glorious beacon of joy (like mine)? Are you waiting for December?  Are you a romantic “first snowfall” decorator?

Go to our Facebook group to vote— and see what everyone says!

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🎀 So… When Should You Put Up Your Tree?

Let’s look at the “official” timelines people love to argue about:

1. After Remembrance Day

This group is traditional, respectful, and patient.
Women with the kind of discipline who don’t have a junk drawer.
We love them. We admire them.
We are not them.

2. December 1st

The “classic Christmas” crew.
These are the people who still bake from scratch and own matching wrapping paper.
Beautiful energy. Just… delayed.

3. First snowfall

This is the magical group.
The romantics.
The ones who see the flakes fall and immediately jump up like,
“THAT’S IT. TANGLE THE LIGHTS. WE RIDE AT DAWN.”

4. Whenever your soul can’t wait a minute longer

A.k.a. my people.
Tree in November?
Tree before Halloween?
Tree still up in February because it makes you happy?

Welcome, sister. You were born for the sparkle.

(And yes, this is the same group that replaces their bra the minute it stops doing its job.
We don’t wait for suffering. We act. That’s comparison #2 — we’re done. 😉)

🎄 Why I Put Mine Up Early

Because life is hectic, winter is long, and joy is a precious commodity.
If something as simple as plugging in twinkle lights can make the day feel softer…
why on earth would we postpone that?

Plus, let’s be honest:
There is something deeply therapeutic about decorating while belting out Christmas music,
preferably while wearing fluffy socks and ignoring your email inbox.

🎄 The Real Answer: There Is No “Right” Date

Here’s the truth we all need to embrace:

The best time to put up your Christmas tree is
the exact moment it makes your heart feel a little lighter.

Not when tradition says.
Not when the neighbours say.
Not when social media says.

When you say.


✨ So Tell Me… When’s Yours Going Up?

  1. Is it already standing there like a glorious beacon of joy (like mine)? Are you waiting for December?  Are you a romantic “first snowfall” decorator?

Go to our Facebook group to vote— and see what everyone says!

VOTE NOW

 I LOVE seeing everyone’s trees, colours, themes, chaos, cats climbing them, all of it.

Here’s to a sparkling season, whenever you choose to start it. 🎄💗✨


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