Christmas: I just wasn’t feeling it. Part of it was being wrapped up in finals, but it seemed like there was a subdued feeling in the air this year, and it wasn’t just me. I noticed fewer decorations and lights in our neighborhood, and it seemed like fewer smiles on faces, too (get this winter over with indeed).
I decided that we were not going to bother with a tree this year. It felt liberating at first, I was starting a new tradition. No more stupid needles all over the house! No more time lost in that depressing chore called “cleaning up after Christmas!” (And I should note that I was one of those obnoxious kids who insisted on the biggest, fattest tree that would fit into our California rambler. And we had to get it the day after Thanksgiving, so we could have that giant fire hazard in our house as long as possible.)
But then, on Christmas Eve Eve, the Bear went to get this little cutie. A nice compromise, I think. We decorated it, strung an impressive amount of lights around our windows, and we were happy and gay.
One perk of having a tiny tree is that you only bust out the most important ornaments, and the rest get to stay in their boxes undisturbed.
Notice a theme here?
No matter the size of tree, there are mandatory ornaments hung to symbolize the devotion to ones’ sports team(s).