my mom says she doesn’t remember a year when she didn’t fight with my dad in some way related to the christmas tree. it’s with laughter she says it, but that’s always well after the fact. this year’s drama may be best put on the shelf until it thaws in the new year.
earlier this month, i received the following message on my phone.
of course, there were plenty more messages describing the situation in greater detail, but you get the gist. it seems that my folks had company in the ring. this year, at least.
it got me wondering…maybe this is just one of those things. you know, like the direction of the toilet roll, how the toothpaste should be squeezed or who takes out the garbage. does the procurement and assembly of a christmas tree always result in some conflict?
two weeks later, i’m happy to report that, at least in our case, the answer to that question is no.
last weekend, in the midst of the fiesta of lacrosse, kevin suggested we pick up our tree. since every weekend has been non-stop activity and if we waited for that to change, it might be a valentine’s tree more than christmas, we knew we had to fit it in when we could. after some debate and additional research, we had no answers on where to find a little tree lot so we settled on the closest sure bet we knew: ikea.
we i lugged the tree upstairs and set ‘er up in the stand. for five days, that’s how it stayed. we just didn’t have the time to decorate.
finally, last night, we strung two sets of lights, but it became clear that it wasn’t quite enough. thankfully, my folks had informed me that they had more if we needed them. turns out we absolutely did. wrench in plan: they weren’t home. huh.
that brought us to today. once the lights were completed, we came to the sad realization that this weird little tree was not going to house the abundance of decorations that are packed away in my storage. instead, we had to choose carefully. what’s on there is made up mainly of the ornaments that my folks had when they first got married and others i plucked from what was left over when we emptied my grandparents’ house last year. vintage. just our style. ❤
the final product: