Finally, the tree is up and boxes are put away. Sometimes I actually dream about rolling my already decorated, tinsel covered, plastic coated, never needs watering tree out of the storage room. Wouldn't that be nice? Don't get me wrong I love putting up the tree. But alone with a latte. However, I have children and children love to help and, therefore, it becomes an all day affair.
And, with every voice in the room speaking in unison (haha) I am directed to put up ALL the balls, attach EVERY ornament and find ANOTHER strand of lights because two is just not enough.
Now, after all the pulling and pinching of little hands upon its branches our beautiful, short, fat tree stands proud in the corner of the living room. I can almost hear it breathing a little sigh as it sips some fresh water and warms its branches by the fireplace. It truly had a busy day and now it seems to welcome the thought of its lights turned off as it prepares itself for another day and the beginning of a wondrous season.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, of all the trees most lovely.