I gave away my Christmas tree and don’t plan on replacing it. It started before Christmas when I decided to reduce the Christmas collection, more about that in another post. The story of my Christmas tree is really more of a saga. However, here’s the short version:
When we were first married we had no tree. We had no money and we weren’t home through the holiday. He was in college, and school closed so we spent time with family.
Later we had kids, and a real tree. That lasted a couple of years before he bought a fake tree. I asked why.
He said, “Because you always want the tree up early and it’s too dangerous to have it up that long with lights on it. This way you can put the tree up when you want, and leave it up as long as you want.” Now that’s love.
Many years, and a couple of trees later, the taking down process included disposing of the current tree.
“What are you doing?” my husband asked.
“Throwing it away. It’s falling apart and does’t look good.”
“Oh, I guess that means I need to remember to buy a new one next Christmas?”
“You want a real one?”
“Nope. Going to decorate without a tree next year.”
He gave me that look husbands have when they don’t really believe what they’re hearing.
For several years decorations at our house did not include a tree. It’s really not that hard to decorate without a tree.
The year he died my kids wanted me to have a tree. So, I got a tree. In my grief I didn’t pay attention, I thought I was, but no I was not. I know this because the tree that came home with me was huger than huge.
As I assembled it, I knew, it was too large. With no time to make an exchange, The assembly is another story for another day. Eventually the monstrosity was sort-of put together and shoved in a corner.
A couple of years later a friend and I traded. She took possession of that thing, and I came home with a nice little easy-to-assemble four foot tree. I used that tree for several years, and loved it.
But, it’s time had come.
Time for that little tree to leave my house. It went to live with my son and his family, they have three or four trees in different rooms of their home. The little tree will be comfortable there. I am happy. It’s all good.
Next Christmas I may get a live tree, or not.
One thing I know, the decorations are more for me than anyone else. After all, how many people come to my house and see them? Not very many. So that’s why the decorations should be something I enjoy and makes me smile. They are after all, for me.