When the boys were younger they would go every year with their Dad and cut down a Christmas tree. Well, they really cut down what I called “A Christmas Bush” Way too big to fit through the door and way too tall for the family room. So, by the time they were done “trimming it down” it looked like a big round bush with ornaments. It didn’t matter though.
I remember when I was young my Dad used to bring home some pretty sad-looking trees. Squatty crooked little things that we would put on a table in front of the big window in the living room. We never had enough lights…remember those big giant lightbulbs and the wires were always frayed and you had to jiggle them just the perfect way so they would work? What a fire hazard huh? And how about that old-fashioned tinsel? You could crumple it into a ball and throw it at your brother, and your Mom would yell to put on “one piece at a time” Somehow she managed to save it from year to year. Remember the old ornaments that the paint had faded on, and how all the glitter had long disappeared and there were never enough ornament hangers? Every year that collection of cool ornaments got smaller and smaller. I still have the Nativity that we put under our tree way back when. The figures have crumbled some and they have all suffered some type of fatal accident, disfigurement or decapitation over the years, but I still have it. It stays in a box wrapped up with old newspapers, the injured camel lays next to the wingless angel. The box has my Dad’s handwriting on it “NATIVITY SCENE”. I take it out every year and look at it.
We have enough ornaments to decorate two trees now. One upstairs, one downstairs. This is a tradition my Hubby started, no woman would have thought of a tradition that takes so much work. Every year I say to myself that I should put the ornaments in two separate boxes…one for each son. But I never do. I don’t really want them to move out and have their own trees I guess.
Hopefully this week we will get to the decorations. We’ll put on old Christmas songs, drink some wine, and I’ll cry when I unwrap the things the boys made when they were little.
This will be the first Christmas without my Mom. Unwrapping the ornaments she gave us will be the hardest. She would give us each an ornament and tuck some money in it, I would give anything to get one this year too. But I bet she will be bitching about the old Bing Crosby songs we will sing-a-long to. She hated Bing Crosby.
Happy tree decorating to everyone!