Barbara J. Hamby

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OOOOOH Christmas Tree

I don’t remember how long ago it was that I had a real Christmas tree. That is, one that had once had its toes in the ground. But, as I’ve mentioned before, we were given a lovely one and so today we got it inside and on a table and Floyd strung those tiny low energy lights around it and I hung a garland on it. It looked sparkly and elegant. We poured water in the one-gallon well and took a break.

Since I was hanging new drapes, we decided to finish the tree decorating later. After dinner, I was watching Jeopardy and Floyd was reading when we heard a crash. The tree had fallen to the floor, dumping lights, water and needles all over the carpet. After we restored order, we decided to omit the water for overnight and, if all is well in the morning, give it a drink then.

My Christmas spirit is somewhat dampened and I think this may be the last time I fool with a real tree. Actually, it’s been several years since I had any tree. A number of holiday seasons I decorated the huge ficus that I left with my manufactured home when I sold it.

When I was writing my Holiday letter, I had to go to three stores to find special stationery. Today, I had to go to three stores to find metal hangars for Christmas tree ornaments. Oh, they had some at our local pharmacy that were brass plated for $7.95 per dozen. Why would you want them brass plated anyway? So they would turn green and match the tree, maybe? But I finally found the real thing at Bi-Mart for 39 cents per 100 (my price bracket).

When we get the tree redecorated, I must remember to take a picture, because I’m quite sure I’m not going to go through this again.