So, today I took down my Christmas tree. Once again I wonder why I don't get a fake tree. It always makes so much sense to me to buy a fake tree that is pre-lit after I have spent 3 hours taking off the lights and sweeping up pine needles. When the time rolls around next year, I am sure I will be begging Jon to come with the girls and pick out our tree!
We love to pick out "our" tree.
There is just something about the smell of a real tree that adds to the holiday. Some say burning a candle that smells like pine is the same...I don't really think it is. There is something off about fake trees in general. I don't even like fake plants which is sad because I can't keep the real ones alive to save my life. I have to purchase the kind that are able to come back from the dead. There are a few great species that will actually be laying on the floor and be rejuvenated from a cup of water after a week of being on vacation! I had one I loved that lasted for years until Jon thought he would be nice and put miracle grow on it! It died. It wasn't used to such care and attention.
I think the Christmas tree may have lived longer if I had covered the heater vent like usual. The tree was a definite fire hazard. I am sure we missed a watering or two that added to the problem. This tree was the most dead my tree has ever been. When I went to unwrap the lights, the branches just broke off and dust flew everywhere. I only had this tree for maybe two weeks! It looked beautiful, smelled beautiful, and made me happy but I don't think the poor tree was happy. He would have been much better off in the forest where he came from.
When I finally got all of the lights and ornaments off I was so sick of it, I just tipped over the tree stand and all to drag outside. I didn't realize there was still water in the tree stand, so that spilled all over the floor. I didn't care, I just kept dragging it with the stand on outside and onto our driveway. I had to take a break, so I came up to my room. Richard my brother in law came over. He called up to me and I could tell he was wondering why there was three inches of pine needles floating in water everywhere. I let him know I had a fight with the tree and I was sick of dealing with it. Later in the day Kent came over and found more ornaments I had missed, along with more strands of lights!
I knew about them and didn't even care.
Setting up a real Christmas tree is like being pregnant. You think it will be fun until it is too late. Oh yes, it is worth it, but the pain it causes isn't as fun as you remember. A bad memory can aid you sometimes if you let it. It can be beneficial to remember the fun parts only, so you will do it again. Every time I decided to have a baby, I blocked out the pain of getting fat and being sick. Once again, it is worth it. I wonder how long the smell and ambiance of a real Christmas tree will be worth it. There is no epidural for my scratched up hands and sore back. The tree is still out on my driveway and will probably stay there this whole next week until we get back from the cabin. Last year our neighbors stole our tree out of our yard on New Years Eve and lit it on fire! It was so dry it sounded like it exploded. I don't think I will be that lucky this year!