Oh Christmas Tree
We only just got around to decorating our Christmas tree on Tuesday. We got the tree on Saturday because of the generosity of my parents. Actually, it was because of my parents’ inability to pass up a good deal. It was $10 for the tree and stand. How could they not buy it?
When we tried to put it up it kept falling over. I didn’t really have much of a problem with that. I thought we could just leave it lying on its side in our living room. It could be a statement about how we are opposed to the commercialism of Christmas, but my husband isn’t into making those kinds of statements.
I borrowed a saw from my parents and we spent a long time out on our “breeze way” in the dark trying to saw the bottom off the tree. My husband was sawing (I’d probably saw off my finger). My stepson and I were making a feeble attempt at holding the tree still. The hand saw was difficult to use. It kept getting stuck in the trunk. We finally got the bent part of the trunk off with no injuries. We all still have ten fingers.
The following night we decorated the tree. I put the hooks on the ornaments as they hung them on the tree. My husband kept saying, “Isn’t this great! It’s so Christmas!” I guess it is. I just don’t really get the whole Christmas tree thing. This is the first time I had a Christmas tree since I was a child. It’s fine, but it doesn’t excite me like it should. Every time he comes into the living room now, my husband says, “Doesn’t the pine smell good?” Our apartment does smell slightly of pine now, but it also smells like that after I clean the bathroom.
The lights are pretty and I don’t mind vacuuming up pine needles. The good thing about having a Christmas tree is that now I have a place to put the gifts.
