I’ve been terribly spoiled when it comes to putting up a Christmas tree…fake one, that is. For many years, when my kids were old enough to know what they were doing, the tradition was that I would go out shopping with my sister the day after Thanksgiving, and the big kids would put up the tree and decorate it. Pretty cool thing to come home to instant Christmas decorations after a long day in the shopping frenzy.
Then, as they got older still, Jillian bought her own pre-lit tree that she would set up and all I had to do was hang the ornaments.
But now, after a million years, and two lovely weddings, I find myself in the basement with the old tree–that I haven’t put up by myself in 20 years. Luckily, Lyndi was there to remind me that the branches are all different sizes and some are colored coded on the end to make it– ahem– easier.
Some, however have the color coding chipped off so we had to wing it with those ones. I spread out the branches and worked my way up the row. It was all coming back to me, but looking much scarier than I’d remembered from years past.
By the fifth row it was kind of ugly and poky like a bunch of big, green tumble weeds…but it didn’t stop me from forging ahead…
clear to the last piece…the top!
Now, that’s not so bad–right? Then, I got really brave and cut the light cord off the angel–because her little twinkle lights haven’t worked in years anyway–and perched her up on top.
Next, I tucked two strings of lights in the branches, and to be honest, by that time I needed a rest. Odd, odd thing, to go from all the kids putting up the tree to me doing it all by myself. Luckily, Miss Chompy came by to help me with the ornaments–or I might have been content to leave it with just the lights.
Because they’re the best part anyway.