Friday, January 4, 2013
Dear Christmas Tree,
Usually you make an exit on New Year's Day. I developed this habit as a young mother who felt like she was about to go down the Rabbit Hole come January and wanted to make sure that at least the Christmas stuff was packed away before she did it. I think I've mentioned here before that one year TRQ left our tree up forever so that the blue sateen balls were falling off and rolling around the floor and all my fifth-grade friends kept asking me why we still had a Christmas tree in the living room. THE HUMILIATION!
When I grew up I realized that TRQ was struggling with a mighty depression that year and hence . . . the forgotten tree. Still. I didn't want a repeat of that experience in my own grownup house.
But this year, oh Christmas Tree of 2012, you're still up. We've had company and surgeries and now the Oregon kids (back in town for good) are moving their stuff out this weekend, and I figured I'd wait for the take-down mess.
And guess what. I'm enjoying you so this first week of January--your lingering scent and spirt. You've comforted me with your lights and old ornaments and happy memories. Who knew? Anyhoo. I'm glad you're still here.