I think it’s the Mercury Retrograde…..I feel like Charles Dickens…..remembering Christmases past……
Many of my Christmases involve calamities of one kind or another……usually pertaining to trees.
One of my first Christmases in my home involved, of course, getting a big tree. That was before my experienced wisdom evolved. A loud crash came from the room….broken ornaments scattered across the floor. A decapitated fox, raccoon, and other maimed woodland beings lay forlornly amongst the accident site. From that Christmas on, we always tied our tree to a hook in the ceiling.
Then there was the Christmas I wanted that homespun, primitive style feel to our tree. I hung real gingerbread cookies on the branches. We had two teeny toy poodles. The next morning, we awoke to a gingerbread massacre. The gingerbread men on the lower branches had been obliterated to crumbs. Those higher up, (about the height a toy poodle could stand on his tippy toe paws) had broken torsos and limbs torn from heads, still hanging on their Christmas ribbons. It was a sorry sight. From that Christmas on, no real cookies………..
Then there was the Christmas when I almost lost my own head. I was driving home from my daughter’s house after Christmas when all those dried out skeletons of trees lay tossed at the curb. A truck ahead of me was collecting them. It was a very windy day. I never knew trees could fly until one flew off that truck right in front of me. Luckily, the wind carried it to a safe landing.
From then on, I never drive close behind Christmas trucks. I have a tabletop tree now. My son calls it our Charlie Brown tree. I actually do have a Charlie Brown tree, upon which twinkling lights are strung. It’s little, it doesn’t get attacked, and when Christmas is over, it rests back inside its little box…..waiting to be loved again next December.