Well, as previously mentioned, I planned and did manage to get my Christmas tree up this weekend.
Let me explain about my tree. It's reaalllly, reallllly, realllly skinny. I got it that way so that it would fit into the corner I put it in. Whereas, I have a pretty large living room, it's not really functional to put a large Christmas tree into it. So, I got my skinny tree.
When the smartest, geekiest man in the world brought the tree up and set it in the living room, it sat there all dark and sad. I just kept looking at it thinking how sad it looked - while sitting with Ted, the term Charlie Brown kept coming up.
Like the Charlie Brown tree, when it got into it's assigned corner, lit up and decorated, it became a very beautiful tree. It just becomes "our" tree. It just blossoms into something very pretty.
When Ted and I got married, we needed to start anew - he didn't have decorations and I had ALOT - we started over. My kids gave me a gift card to Western Garden. It was supposed to be used to re-do my front little flower garden. Instead, it sat around until Christmas time and I got my little vintage "looking" gingerbread snowflakes, snowman garland and Merry Christmas stars. These became "our" Christmas decorations.
Christmas memory:
The last Christmas that George was alive was the last year I ever had a live tree. We didn't always have a live tree, that year I just really wanted a live tree. We had put the tree up in front of the railing by the stairs. Big old fat live tree. I always love the smell of a live tree.
What we also had was two little crazy ass kittens that we rescued. They were about five months old. The first day that tree was up, these crazy kittens were running and chasing each other, like kittens tend to do. Running at fifty miles an hour - one chasing the other - and yes, you know what happened next, they went straight up the tree. What did the tree do, it went straight down!!!! My beautiful, huge, tree - straight down, me underneath it trying to grab it before it went down. I think that year we really didn't have many ornaments down low. We had to wire the tree to the railing by the stairs, so the tree didn't come down - again!!
When we took the tree down - the night that George died - I remembered why I don't like live trees - the suckers dry up. I was finding needles from that tree practically to the day I moved out of the house.
Duchess - the beautiful, calico kitty, was only with us for about a year and half. She was hit and killed by a car before we moved. Munch - the crazy, light siamese was with us for several years.
I tell this story mostly for my daughter Crystal, who is dealing with a little Monster right now, who is knocking the balls off the tree.
Let me explain about my tree. It's reaalllly, reallllly, realllly skinny. I got it that way so that it would fit into the corner I put it in. Whereas, I have a pretty large living room, it's not really functional to put a large Christmas tree into it. So, I got my skinny tree.
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| My Charlie Brown tree |
Like the Charlie Brown tree, when it got into it's assigned corner, lit up and decorated, it became a very beautiful tree. It just becomes "our" tree. It just blossoms into something very pretty.
When Ted and I got married, we needed to start anew - he didn't have decorations and I had ALOT - we started over. My kids gave me a gift card to Western Garden. It was supposed to be used to re-do my front little flower garden. Instead, it sat around until Christmas time and I got my little vintage "looking" gingerbread snowflakes, snowman garland and Merry Christmas stars. These became "our" Christmas decorations.
Christmas memory:
The last Christmas that George was alive was the last year I ever had a live tree. We didn't always have a live tree, that year I just really wanted a live tree. We had put the tree up in front of the railing by the stairs. Big old fat live tree. I always love the smell of a live tree.
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| Raja and Rustie's kitty Sherlock last Christmas - Thought it was appropriate for the kitty Christmas post. |
When we took the tree down - the night that George died - I remembered why I don't like live trees - the suckers dry up. I was finding needles from that tree practically to the day I moved out of the house.
Duchess - the beautiful, calico kitty, was only with us for about a year and half. She was hit and killed by a car before we moved. Munch - the crazy, light siamese was with us for several years.
I tell this story mostly for my daughter Crystal, who is dealing with a little Monster right now, who is knocking the balls off the tree.
Its funny, its bothering the kids way more than its bothering me. I just keep putting them back. But I told them if they see one on the floor, hang it up. I can always tell if they find one. There is a giant sigh and MONSTER! Its kinda hilarious. He did manage to shake the tree enough to knock the angel down today.
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