The feelings I have about decorating the Christmas tree have changed GREATLY now that I am a mom. It's just not the enjoyable exciting thing that it was when I was a kid. Now, don't get me wrong.. I'm not a Scrooge. I LOVE Christmas. It's just that when it came time to get the tree out this year I felt more dread than joy.
For Deirdre's first Christmas we bought an artificial tree. I love fresh cut trees, but being thrifty we decided we needed something that would save us money by lasting for years. Now, six years later, it's definitely showing it's age by dropping so many needles I'm amazed it's not bare. And, the needles that fall are these thin little
paper like things that I find stuck to things months after Christmas is over.
Anyway, once I lug the tree and other numerous boxes up from the basement it's time to open every tediously wrapped ornament. As I am doing this the girls are practically standing on my toes trying to see each one as it's opened, and pushing at
each other to get a better look. They do a really good job not arguing over who gets to put up what, but they hang the ornaments so fast that it's obvious the joy for them is
in the unveiling of the ornaments and not the actual hanging. This too is evident once the event is over and 90% of the decorations are clustered in one section of the tree.
Once everything is hung up, or moved out of the cluster and rehung, it's time for clean up.
Miraculously the girls disappear at this point. I
hastily stuff paper and bubble wrap haphazardly back into boxes, knowing I will regret it when it comes time to take everything off the tree, and lug it all back down to the basement. Then I get out the
vacuum and attempt to suck up all of the
Velcro like needles. To me this is the most pointless thing of all, because I know the floor will be covered with the tree's endless supply of needles again in a matter of hours. By the way, I feel the same away about raking leaves in the fall... pointless!
It's a good thing the girls' joy and excitement are so overwhelming, because in the end I do find that I had a good time putting the tree up with them...
in spite of myself. But, if it wasn't for them I think we might have a treeless Christmas.