FamiLee Life

A Christmas Tree

Ever since I was a little kid, I always wanted a real tree for Christmas. Instead, like most families of the 70s generation, we had a fake tree every Christmas. Maybe we had a real one when I was really little but I can't recall that far back. Fake wasn't horrible and it was still fun to decorate the tree. Fortunately, we never had one of those all white ones. Yuck.

As an adult and as a homeowner, I can do what I want in my house. I know, not a big revelation but it there are moments when you suddenly realize the significance. My first year in the house, I bought a tree from a nearby lot, went to Target and bought lots of ornaments (as well as a tree stand), and excitedly decorated my 7 foot plus tree while listening to Christmas music. It was great. I even bought the fake candlestick lights to put in the windows to round out the decorations.

Here is the tree for this year. Not the best photograph (my digital is about to die - literally - I am making funeral arrangements). It's a balsam fir, 7 plus feet again. We spent the evening decorating it. What was great this year is we did it on the spur. Unintended. It just felt right, so we did it. One week plus a day till Christmas, so it's a bit late but who cares! It looks gorgeous, smells wonderful, and makes me feel at home.