O' Christmas Tree

-




We added a few more decorations to the tree last night.  It still looks a bit desperate, but it is ours, in all its piney glory.

This is officially our 3rd Christmas in our home.  Where has the time gone? The first 2 Christmases gave us a fake tree that stood 6 feet tall.  It was a sad looking tree, in hindsight, but I'm not sure we knew it.  Well, perhaps we did, but we are troopers.  We troop along with whatever comes our way, real or fake.

It was fun decorating our first sad tree in 2007.  The ornaments we bought at the 'Mart and a string of musical lights because no tree of mine will ever be complete without a string of dancing musical lights.  They remind me of childhood.  Always the lights that played the Christmas tunes. And we would beg our parents to let us sleep in front of the tree with the lights on, softly playing all the sounds of Christmas cheer.  But, my mom pretty much always said no.  Back then  she worried as much as she does now about fire danger (she seriously is always worried something will burn down).

But anyway, our sad tree of 2007 held our first affordable ornaments and we were pleased.  We tucked her away for 2008 and in that year she was equally slightly sad but ours and that was awesome.  We decorated her in the ornaments of 07' plus some new ones and it was beautiful.  All 6 feet of her.

And this year we decided to keep her tucked away, but she is not sad.  She is reveling in the smell of real pine that permeates throughout our dining room, kitchen and stairway.  She is resting peacefully until the year she is given to a niece or nephew in their first home. 

Lloyd and I bought our first real tree together this year.  What I didn't know was that this was Lloyd's first real tree that he ever had (or could remember ever having).  This made it extra special for us.  We came home and unbagged this beautiful 8 feet tree.  He decorated our tree with the decorations from 2007 and 2008 and we somehow managed to find ourselves surprised to find the tree was in desperate need of some more adornments.  So off to the 'Mart, a few more goodies, and she is looking a bit better.  It's not a Rockefeller tree, but we are working on it.

In a few days I will have some help from girlfriends... bringing a special ornament to share with me and our sparse tree, because nothing says Christmas quite like the smell of pine and tree trimming with friends. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

"Dear Bobby"

-
Image
"Dear Bobby, I love you. I always look forward to when my husband leaves for work, and you sneak into bed with me. Sometimes, you will wake me up, but usually, you just lie there next to me waiting for my eyes to open." Bobby. You are a cat. But you are the cat of all cats. Unliked some others whose names I will not mention.... you like being a cat. You are my original Obi Kenobi... But you don't like your name and insist I call you "Bobby" or "Bob". You are my predator. You can catch anything- including a rabbit almost twice your size. I remember the time you brought a baby possum into our home. I had just awakened and sleepily headed to use the bathroom when, peering from inside the toilet, was a little possum begging to be released. You cheeky bastard, Bobby. That poor possum. I scolded you and you just turned the other whisker, as if to say "look lady... I am a cat, that's how I do...." The other cats beg for forgiveness when ...
Read More

The Good Dancer: A Dating Story

-
Image
I once dated a really good dancer. That wasn't his only strength. In truth, he was one of thee absolute best dudes I ever made out with.  He was super funny, smart and we clicked right away. But what struck me as odd was that, for the first time before and since, his good dancing skills didn't turn me off.  (For some reason, a man with too much swagger on the floor has always confused and frightened me a little.)  Oh, and I also don't like when they are so involved in their dancing that they forget you are on the floor with them.  Oh, and when they A. crowd you or B. use you as a prop.  Oh, and when they sing along to songs by female artists.  If you know all the lyrics to "I'm a Slave for You", that's both impressive and embarrassing. (I really did have strange deal-breakers with men...) So here was the first guy who I enjoyed dancing with that was actually a really good dancer.  He didn't crowd.  He didn't sweat profusely.  H...
Read More

Degree

-
Image
It was on Friday night. We laughed a lot, perhaps made delirious by the sweet smell of men that were familiar-yet-elusive and desirable. It could have been the wine,  it could have been the great company of old friends and conversations and shared opinions with other women. I disagreed with Ariel more than once, though... "Too sweet" or.... "smells like a jelly bean...." The ones I couldn't put down were the ones that smelled like a man's deodorant, hidden among 75+ samples that scattered in baskets around the coffee table. There we sat around a table full of scents as we sampled the fragrances from a friend's Scentsy collection, eager to fill out our order forms for the smells that would soon promise to envelop our homes. I opted for the "Iced Pine" option, which always reminds me of the home I have not yet lived in and lingered around the fragrances that smelled of citrus and orange peels.  The idea of the smell of "Orange...
Read More