Waking up to a coating of fresh snow this morning has me thinking more of the upcoming holiday and everything I still need to get done by Dec. 25.
I am actually a little ahead of schedule this year, as I went out with some of the kids and cut down a fresh Christmas tree at a local farm that is donating some of the proceeds to our high school.
Growing up in New York City and living in an apartment for many years, we always had an artificial tree that my parents took down from the closet and painstakingly put together, added lights and decorated.
I always loved placing the ornaments on the tree. I still do.
Year after year we went through this ritual. A more realistic artificial tree replaced that original one, and we used this for years even when we moved into our own house.
We did eventually have some real trees to celebrate the season. It was more mess to clean up but it made the house smell festive.
After we were married and in a new place, our first Christmas together we did not have a lot to fill our house. We had a bed and a few pieces of furniture.
Our dining table consisted of a closet door propped up on paint cans.
I had a small 13-inch TV, no cable, a VCR and some VHS tapes for entertainment, and some pillows to sit on, or a paint can if you preferred.
For our first Christmas, our new neighbors t
It was snowing and cold, and being the perfectionist that I am, I had to choose the perfect tree.
My wife was ready to kill me as we trudged through the hundreds of trees, blowing snow, feet numb with the cold. Finally I settled on one after being threatened with divorce and death.
I had to lay down on the snow and cut the trunk with a hand saw. There is a first time for everything; trust me, this was not as easy as it looked.
Then we dragged that heavy tree down the mountain and the tree farm helpers wrapped and loaded it into the trunk of our car. Note to self: A pick-up truck works better.
So we set up our first tree in an empty living room with just a few ornaments and a new tradition was born.
Since then we have had many different trees, of various shapes and sizes, so many more ornaments and decorations than the first one, especially all the hand-made ones done by our kids over the years.
We have also had some memorable trees.
One year we had a new dog in the house, need help writing a paper on school uniforms. He had never experienced a Christmas tree before. The tree was up and Smokey went over to sniff it and up went his leg. That year the tree spent most of its time behind a child fence to prevent another unauthorized watering.
The best one yet was after we brought home our fresh-cut tree and as we started to put lights and decorations on, one of the kids screamed that there was a mouse in the bathroom!
We were able to capture it alive and we let it go outside.
When I put the lights on the tree, I found a nest in the middle of the tree near the trunk. I just can’t imagine how scared this mouse was as I cut down this tree and dragged it to the truck, wrapped it up, drove it home, carried it into the house and mounted it on the stand.
This poor little guy stayed put, terrified in its nest and survived all the way into the house, only to get chased and trapped. I hope it found shelter and survived after that incredible journey.
Our journey continues now too as the most recent tree sits in the garage waiting for us to clear the living room and move the couch so we can set up and decorate this year’s Christmas tree.
Merry Christmas and happy holidays.