Normally, I love me my Christmas tree. Growing up with a Jewish father, the only tree I was allowed was a three-foot one. In my room.
So when I moved into my own house back in Seattle, a big ole tree was the order of the day. A fake one, of course, because I’m too cheap to pay for a new one each year. Also, needles. Also, disposal.
Then there was a fire, and the tree got covered in soot. The cleaners did their best, but each year I put it up, I’d have a thin, grayish film on my hands. It got better over the years, of course. But when we moved to Arizona, it seemed smart to just give it away.
The first year we were here, we didn’t have a tree. Prices weren’t great, and they all had built-in lights, which I don’t like. But I picked one up in the post-Christmas sales.
Since then, we’ve put up a tree every year. By which I mean, I’ve put it up every year. Tim just doesn’t care, hates how the fake ones can be scratchy on his already problem skin, etc. Sometimes Nadine comes over to help me place ornaments.
But this year, I’ve just got other [bleep] to do. I’m tired from overtime, Christmas volume of emails and generally stressed out about gifts. The idea of getting the tree out, setting it up branch by branch and taking it back down in less than three weeks (ideally, anyway)… Exhausting.
So I’m going to listen to what my body is telling me. I’m not going to force the issue, much as having a tree is a big part of Christmas for me.
The main issue is that a tree helps reminds me that Christmas isn’t just about gifts. It’s about the beauty of the season, and putting your own personal spin on things. (We have a Wolverine ornament, a Millennium Falcon ornament and a Swedish Chef one. The last two have sound effects.) Also, I just really like opening gifts by a lit up tree.
That said, I need to pay attention to my limits. So I’m a bit bummed, but also proud of myself. But also bummed.
Do you guys set up a tree each year? How does it affect your view of the season?