When I was a kid, we would go to my grandparent’s house on Christmas. Late morning, early afternoon, after we had gifts at my house. Most of the time, when we arrived, my Grandfather would be in the process of putting up the tree. It was fake, sometimes half would be assembled, it would be around noon or so on Christmas. I always thought it was funny. Now I never have a fake tree, but we have gotten in the habit of getting the tree right after Thanksgiving and putting it right up, as in I put the tree in the stand. We water it daily, but that is it, no decorations. So essentially, we have a bush in an ugly vase in our living room. Not sure when it becomes a Christmas Tree. Yesterday while I was out helping my daughter move, my wife put the box of tree fixins next to it. So last night, when I got home, I was annoyed. Now not only do I need to navigate around the naked tree, I need to step over a giant box on the floor—starting to get the whole grandparent’s Christmas Day thing.
tr/trp
Humbug!!??
Get in the spirit.
Get decorating!