This has been one long week! Paradoxically, though, the month has flown by. How does that work? I’m starting to sweat about Christmas. Don’t want to be that person, but. . . Am I finally going to succumb to the lure of the pre-lit artificial Christmas tree? Or will we stick with the Charlie Brown beauties we usually have? I love a real tree, it’s just my husband insists on finding the biggest damn tree he can each year, and utterly destroying my house to get it inside.
This lovely family tradition invariably takes place on the coldest day of winter and generally results in us not speaking to each other for another day or two, thus prolonging the deep-freeze. Once the tree is in the house it takes hours for us to wrestle it into place. Ropes are sometimes employed, along with the mother of all tree stands. Lopping of branches and much shaking to dislodge as many dead needles, grasses, leaves and small rodents as possible then ensues. Following this comes repeated vacuuming with Tim’s heavy-duty shop vac (this is kept handy for the entire Christmas season). Then, the best part — I get to decorate it all by myself!! Ladders, step-stools and chairs, oh my!
Much as I love the smell and atmosphere created by the transplanting of nature into my home, I’m just a tad weary of all the drama. With Landon gone and raising his own family, all this fuss hardly seems worth it. The kids will only see our tree
once, maybe twice, and then there we’ll sit, with our backs to it. Tim won’t have it lit while we’re watching television because the blinking lights reflected on the screen annoy him. So I ask, what’s the point?
I know I’m sounding very hum-buggy, but seriously a pre-lit tree that I can just pop in and out of a box sounds like a jim-dandy idea to me. Plus, if I try really, really hard I can convince myself that I’m doing a good thing by not cutting down a tree, depleting our supply of oxygen and contributing to the size of the hole in the ozone layer. If I start feeling all nostalgic and begin longing for the warm fuzzies associated with Christmas trees past all I have to do is go buy some pine-scented candles or room spray.
Ho, Ho, Ho!