One Night Christmas Tree Stand


This past Friday, January 13th, was the official tear down of the tanenbaum. I wasn’t ready to be done. I’m never ready. Yet I beware the development of a force-field emitted from all matters of things that overstay their welcome in one spot. I forced myself to do my job. No Valentine’s Day tree for me.

My kid made a plea for the tree’s life but to no avail. Fire hazard and all. I ripped that beautiful tree from the space like a large crunchy well lit band-aid and hurriedly swept up all evidence of it. I feel horror and shame for all those disrespected trees that showed up on December 26th around town; the remains of and good riddance to all those one night stands built on consumerism and the “gimmes”.  I didn’t have the heart to lay it on its side so I stood mine up against the window. My son spoke kindly to it through the glass.

Oh what a glorious gift, a tree in the house. The most fabulous decorating idea ever. I wished I’d thought of it and patented the idea. We are left now with only the glowy melty memories of how the warm joy of all that light in the middle of the winter settled upon us. Seven one hundred and fifty bulb light strands make a person feel special. They seem almost a necessity with the winter’s waning supply of serotonin.

Although we may be halfway through winter, it’s still dark damn-it. I need light in my brain and in that corner. A placebo, methadone, something. Lights on the shefflera plant will have to do for a stunt tree. And I probably need a good distracting book to sit and read in the late afternoon sunshine with my cat that dreams of drinking the water from the tree stand and batting breakables off the bottom boughs. Faretheewell Christmas.

In the Christmas Mood

I do not get automatically in the mood for Christmas at Thanksgiving. When did that start, the tradition of having all the decorations done by the end of Black Friday? My Christmas spirit is temperamental. It needs coaxing from it’s year’s slumber. Like horniness, it needs foreplay. I decorated a fifteen foot tree at church and that didn’t do it. Maybe my mood doesn’t come until a week into December or when it gets cold.

It seems  that spirit crept up on me while I wasn’t looking. I spun the garland and lights and red mesh around my doorway like a Christmas spider on the last of the warm days in December. And my husband said it looked really good. Ego boost as incentive.

We’ve planned our family outing to fetch our live tree on Sunday. It’s a thang. And today, I began to fiddle with the paper houses that are typically on the mantel in our parlor. But this year, the neighborhood is moving front and center to the living room. I found the designs in an article in Country Living in 2007. Four years later, I finally embellished my buildings completely.

My ever-changing mood and satisfaction with my tree decorations is the unknown element in the Christmas decorating season. Typically, I just strive to impress myself with something. Two years ago, the red branch chandelier was pretty fabulous. This year, I’m thinking of going somewhat minimalistic on myself and seeing if I can stand it. Brown paper flowers with red pine cones. And maybe white paper chain garlands. We’ll see how it goes. Especially when my little boy wants to help. Eeyikes Wish me luck.