We’re gearing up for Christmas and it’s December so I can’t even complain that it’s too early to do that anymore.
Yesterday Kim and I went out and got a Christmas tree. We’ve been hemming and hawing about whether to buy a new fake one, since our old one has been deteriorating for a while now, but we decided that this was something we could wait another year for. Maybe next year we’ll get one of those Lucy Van Pelt trees – a bright shiny aluminum mid-century-modern monstrosity with enough lights on it to land an airplane.
How about not?
Having made the decision to get something made of actual wood, then came the question of how such a tree might be obtained. When Oliver and Lauren were little we’d go out to the local tree farm with our saw and, in the spirit of Christian love and fellowship, kill one ourselves and drag its corpse back home on the top of our car before setting it up and watching it decay underneath all the festive decorations. Christmas can be kind of morbid if you think about it too much.
But this year it was just us and we’re getting a bit long in the tooth for the whole cutting things down routine, so we found ourselves one of those local lots where someone else has already done that and we picked the one that looked best.
It’s a balsam fir, which means it smells nice. The cats are fascinated, of course, since they now have another water bowl in the house. So far they haven’t tried to climb up to the top of the tree to see what’s there (answer: more tree), and I’d be surprised if they did. They’re pretty low key about these things. Also, old.
We’ll let the branches drop a bit and then perhaps decorate it later this week. Or maybe we’ll wait until Oliver gets home from Small Liberal Arts College and we’ll all decorate together. We’ll see what people want.
I also spent much of this morning putting up the lights on the front of the house.
We don’t put up much, really – just enough to say we’re in for the season. One strand of blue lights along the bottom of the roof, all the way across the front. The problem is that our bushes out front keep growing and our ladder does not, so every year it gets just that much harder to reach the roof to hang these lights. Perhaps next year I will invest in a larger ladder. Or smaller bushes.
In the near term, however, I will likely go back outside and flip the little dial that turns the lights on when the sun goes down. The sun has been down and the lights are not on, and I’m hoping that the easy solution is the one that works.
I’m all about the easy.