Tremonisha’s Christmas Tree
When I was a little girl it wasn’t really Christmastime until we purchased our Christmas tree. The whining usually started around December 1. “Daddy, when can we get out Christmas tree, huh?” Looking back at it now as an adult I was probably just as cute as I was pesky but nevertheless as a child I couldn’t have cared less. It didn’t really matter that my parents had already purchased poinsettias for the driveway and we had multicolored lights (some working, some not) hanging from our roof. For me until the Pseudotsuga menziesii (the fragrant Oregon Douglas spruce tree) was up in our family room I was unsettled. Early OCD? Maybe.
I only had one requirement: The tree had to be real.
You would think I would have learned that we always purchased our Christmas tree around the same time: December 15-20. However, I either never thought about it long enough to figure it out or just didn’t care because I always pouted until we purchased it anyway.
It was my job to decorate the tree in my house and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I always started with the lights (that never seemed to be working from the year before) and then I strung the gold and red garland starting at the back.Without fail, my mother ALWAYS had to rearrange my Christmas tree Muse after me and redo my feeble attempts, however she always assured me I had done a phenomenal job and she was just “tidying things up.” MMMMhhhhhmmm.
The last thing we added to our Christmas tree was the ornaments and we rarely got new ones. Every year I placed the same glittery gold baubles next to the candy canes and hanging miniature gingerbread houses. Our tree topper was always a humongous plastic star and my brother and I fought tooth and nail over who would do the honors of putting up the star (because it required a big-kid ladder) and it was the most envied task of our family Christmas preparations.
To this day there is are still few things as nostalgic to me as the tantalizing aroma of a fresh Douglas spruce covered with Christmas lights.
Therefore in honor of my childhood Christmas experience my mother-in-law and I selected my Christmas tree right before Thanksgiving this year with a passionate vengeance.
No whining or pouting required; it isn’t cute anymore unfortunately.
However I just had one requirement: It had to be real.
Isn’t she lovely?