The Christmas Tree Saga
When I lived at home after college, and then again after moving back from Colorado my mom and I probably lost a couple hours of potentially productive time because we share the tendency to shout out every thought, even if the person is in an entirely diffrent room. We’d meet at the stairs, one person standing at the bottom and one up top, start chatting, twenty minutes still talking instead of doing …. What was it that we were doing….??! I’ll skip pinterest next time I’m in search of productivity and time-saving tips because if I keep my mouth shut I’ll have much more free time. My mantra this week -
I do not need to speak everything that is on my mind - especially around thirteen year old girls who take Christmas very seriously.
The thirteen year old, we’ll name her Chrysanthemum, and I spend a couple days a week together doing homework and stuff. Saturday her parents went to their annual holiday black tie event so I came over to keep her company. She’s already watched every ABC Family Christmas movie Netflix offers.
Sunday night get text from Chrysanthemum’s Dad. I call Monday after shool. “Chrysanthemum is horrified! You’re not getting a tree? She think’s you’re not celebrating Christmas!” I love Chrysanthemum’s family as our families have known each other for a very long time. The Christmas Tree Saga is a great example of why I love them.
By Tuesday morning I have lights, tree stand, along with fifty dollars to buy a tree waiting for me at their house to pick up. This is serious. What’s more serious - buying a tree that I have to throw away in a month!!???!?!?! Christmas came early this year because I’ve been dreaming of a blue spruce for several months! AJ at Mostardi’s helped us get the Picea pungens ‘Baby Blue’ to the car and said to let it acclimate for two to three days before bringing it into the house which can’t exceed 65° if I really want it do well after the holiday season. So it is currently in the mudroom (which also serves a a cold room when necessary). It is significantly sharper than I imagined so while avoiding adding lights to the tree I doodled on the table with some Barnes Arboretum ground scores. and some holly branches from the tangled mess that lines the driveway.
Now I’ll wrap some presents. Or work on my holiday present for my classmates. Or go walk my parents dog and pick up more cones. I guess you don’t need to know everything I’m thinking …