One thing that has totally sucked about getting older is losing the resolute, unshakable Christmas spirit you have as a kid. Now that the season is less magic and more responsibility, I’ve found that reinvigorating the very specific things I associate with my childhood Christmases is what puts me most in the mood. We never had one of these gleaming retro tinfoil trees, but this advertisement does remind me of some of the oldest, most crumbling christmas packaging that got pulled out every year the day after Thanksgiving (at my request). From slightly melty, demonic-looking candles shaped like carolers to the most precious porcelain tree with tiny colored bulbs and a lightbulb inside that could have belonged to Thomas Edison, but had magically never burned out. 

One thing that has totally sucked about getting older is losing the resolute, unshakable Christmas spirit you have as a kid. Now that the season is less magic and more responsibility, I’ve found that reinvigorating the very specific things I associate with my childhood Christmases is what puts me most in the mood. We never had one of these gleaming retro tinfoil trees, but this advertisement does remind me of some of the oldest, most crumbling christmas packaging that got pulled out every year the day after Thanksgiving (at my request). From slightly melty, demonic-looking candles shaped like carolers to the most precious porcelain tree with tiny colored bulbs and a lightbulb inside that could have belonged to Thomas Edison, but had magically never burned out.