I live in the desert with palm trees and cacti, where seeing snow is a rare event.
Having grown up in a snowy winter climate, I've got it in my head there ought to be several inches of white fluffy snow on the ground.
When our kids were little, we used to make a day of getting our Christmas tree and we'd bundle up and grab a hack saw before heading to the nearest tree farm to trudge through the snow looking for the perfect tree.
It was always cold and always exciting.
There! That's the one!
Once the tree was lying on the snowy ground, we'd drag it to the cute little red house to have it wrapped up and tied to the faux wood paneled, rusty station wagon.
Upon paying for the tree, they gave us candy canes and hot cocoa to warm us up.
Behind us a mother warned her unruly child he wouldn't get anything from Santa if he didn't behave. The elves were watching of course.
It was all magical.
We did all this so we could witness the sparkling eyes of our boys Christmas morning.
This year, I decided to get a real tree.
Truth is, the decade old fake tree was having light issues. The dust on it made me sneeze.
It was a sudden inspiration to get a fresh tree.
Freshly cut and shipped from Colorado.
I didn't get to trudge through the snow to find this perfect tree. I walked through a local parking lot designated to selling seasonal items. Most recently it was pumpkins.
There! I saw the tree.
The perfect Norway Pine.
It wasn't covered in snow nor was it cold outside. Mid 60s for the afternoon temps and add a Snarky College Kid working the tree lot and you have true holiday merriment. He eyed the tree and made up a number for the price and added a lovely tree stand with a "life-time warranty" all for the
bargain price of $100.
No candy canes or hot cocoa.
A mother behind me was talking excitedly about Santa and asked her daughter what she wanted for Christmas. Snarky College Kid told her he had inside connections with Santa which may have amused the mother, but went right on past the little kid.
With the freshly cut tree on Youngest Son's car we went back home to set up the tree.
I now I realize why I switched to the fake trees ten years ago.
A bit of a challenge it is, setting up the real tree.
It doesn't have pre-strung lights.
It drops it's needles.
It oozes sap.
And it requires water.
Lots of water.
And Snarky College Kid didn't drill a hole deep enough into the trunk for the $20 "lifetime warrantied" tree stand to fit into, therefore it didn't sit in the several bottles of water I had poured into the container..
It didn't take Youngest Son and I long to decorate the tree
with the keepsake ornaments I've collected over the years.
A little Christmas music to create the mood and voila.
Our Fresh Colorado Spruce tree is up.
and
I've set up my Victorian Village.
The exterior is lit up with pretty red lights and a wire snowman from China.
Still, I
don't have the Christmas Spirit.
It's been a challenging year and this challenging year is coming to an end.
I'm hopeful for a better 2014.
For now, I am simply going along with the
script.
Merry Christmas
with love,
Me
