Holiday Tree Time! First, this years tree, small enough for a bow window.
But I didn’t always have a small tree.
My parents when they were married argued. Some of their worst fights were over the holiday tree. They both insisted on a real tree, which lead to shedding, which lead to violent arguments about cleaning up the needles. They finally gave in a bought a fake tree, but let’s face it, if you fight over needles falling off a tree saving your marriage is going to take more than switching to plastic.
The memory of those fights made me decide I would never have a real tree. My first tree was a small fake one, and I remember trying to find enough ornaments to cover even the front side of it. As the years went by the trees became bigger.
While my parents had argued over the mess a real tree made, my husband and I laughed at the puzzle that was a large fake tree. Our biggest tree had about 200 pieces that were color coded where they went into the trunk. If you want to test if your spouse is compatible or not, try to put together a huge Christmas tree. “Do you have a blue? Is this blue or green? Wait, where does the yellow go?” Sometimes that big tree looked a little lopsided as when we tired we just stuck in plastic branches anywhere. We thought the imperfections made it look more natural.
I do have many happy memories of Christmas trees as a child. I had my favorite ornaments, which I wanted on “my side” of the tree. My side was the left side. My presents went under that side. My older brother had the right side. My little brother was stuck with the middle. My own children had their sides of the tree also.
We are now back to a small tree. Our smallest tree ever. It fits in our bow window, and I have more than enough ornaments to cover it. I recently gave some of the many ornaments acquired over the years to my adult daughters for their trees. I’ve kept not the most expensive ones, but the ones made by my children or given to me as gifts. Sentiment ,rather than aesthetics, is what I want in my holiday tree now. I have no room for gifts, so they are all places in a vintage wicker children’s sleigh I bought in Ottawa when the children were young. It holds the gifts for my husband and my one daughter that lives close by.
The circle from small tree to small tree is complete, I enjoy being able to take one box from the basement and putting up a tree that has 2 parts. All it requires is “fluffing”. I’m at that “fluffing” time of life, and leave color coded branches or needles falling, to a new generation.
BIG TREE (the one with the multi color coded branches that looked VERY REAL!)