Merry Christmas 2009!
This was our tree. Everyone loves it when they see it because there are so many lights it glows from the inside out. The only problem is everyone hates putting it up, except me. I just can’t do it anymore. And by everyone, I mean my lovely dh and my daughters. The daughters think it’s funny I said when Christmas comes down, they turn into raving bitches.
I’m glad they find it funny because I was teasing when I said it. But you know how things that are true hurt worse? Am I a really horrible mother? I was raised with people who love, love, love setting up Christmas. But my family doesn’t. I didn’t teach them right, or something. They love sitting among the after-effects, watching movies among the glow of multi-colored lights. But the simple thought of putting the tree together, and it’s just the tree they assure me, is enough to send them into Bitchland on the one way train, The Bitch Express.
Wow. It’s sad. And it’s made me a litter sadder each year. So, this year, we are trying something new. Craig and I bought a living tree. We will plant it in the yard come this spring. It smells like pine, which I’ve been searching for just the right candle, incense, Bath & Body spray and sent everyone into allergy fits for.
Which is why this is the first year we’ve had a real tree. I’ve always heard of the mess and how they die and they can be so expensive and the allergies and blah, blah, blah. I grew up with fake trees so having one didn’t bother me.
But we are all excited about this newer, smaller, pine smelling, living tree. With the parallel bars in the living room, we needed smaller. And Craig and I are going to do our best with the lights to make it glow. And we’re working hard to learn how to grow things.
The best thing has to be the excitement they feel now at the thought of putting up Christmas. Me, I’m cautiously hopeful. I loved our tree. I hate change. But at least I have this picture. And the living room smells like real pine.
