I have happy memories of my family's Christmas tree when I was a child--the utter enormity of it, the smell, the lights, the year(s) it fell, the old-fashioned ornaments, the ones I made every year(satin balls with pins and beads and little sequined and beaded story book characters), lying underneath it squinting to blur the lights into a million stars reflected in the icicles...
I have not so happy memories of my family's Christmas tree when I was a child as well--the fusses about the size, shape, lights, things that never seemed to matter to me then, or now.
I have happy memories of my family's Christmas tree when my kids were small--going to buy it, bringing it home, the lights, the annual ornaments they all got, the mess, the pets, the pictures, the music, the chaos, lying underneath squinting to blur the lights into a million stars reflected in the icicles...
I have not so happy memories of my family's Christmas tree when my kids were small, and evidently so do they. For the past 7 or 8 years they have had little to no interest in a tree, but I have held fast to the tradition. Last year, it was just me and Spence throwing it together. This year I think Conner has no interest whatsoever, but Spencer and Morgan Elise want to put one up. Me? I get exhausted just thinking about it. I guess I am just tired of trying. Yet I cannot imagine the house without the smell of a tree and a Christmas without those amazing icicle stars.
I guess some day I will have a year without a tree. But it doesn't look like it will be this one.
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