Dec 092008

If it weren’t for my kids (in particular, my youngest son), I probably wouldn’t get the Christmas decorations up until New Year’s Eve. Except of course for the Christmas Witch.

Xmas Tree 2004

Tree of Yore:
Our tree from 2004, complete
with decorative feline.

Fortunately my son is not only very enthusiastic about decorating for Christmas, he’s also a control freak—a very energetic one. All I have to do is drag the decorations down from the attic. After that I go hide in the basement for a few hours, and when I come back upstairs everything’s decorated.

This year we have a new tree. Our old artificial tree has a broken leg on its base, and it was not the best tree to begin with, so it seemed like a good excuse to get a new one. So sayeth my son, who is in charge of these things.

“The base on this is broken. I think it’s about time for a new tree anyway,” he declared.

I was holding up a wall nearby. Sometimes just watching that kid makes me tired; no one should have this much energy. “I guess after Christmas we should give it to the Thrift Shoppe, and they can fix it up and sell it.”

“Yeah, we should do that.”

“Or,” I considered, “we could go ahead and get a new tree now, so we could donate the old tree in time for someone to actually get use out of it this year.”

Xmas Tree

New Tree:
complete with decorative
camera mugging.

That appealed to him. He’s a control freak, but he’s also one of the kindest, most generous people you’ll ever meet. “Would we be able to get it by Christmas?”

“We can go look at trees right now, if you want.”

In that little pause denoted by a comma, he disappeared and returned with his coat on. His “Okay!” overlapped my last few words.

So now we’ve got a somewhat nicer artificial tree—we debated even getting a live one this year, but weren’t sure how we’d transport it home—and the old one is all boxed up and ready to take to the Thrift Shoppe.

It’s beginning to look a bit like Christmas.

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