The Thanksgiving Turkey is simmering in the soup pot and we are already turning our attentions to Christmas. With our kids home for the long weekend, we go with our neighbors for the annual cutting of the Christmas tree. Unfortunately, tree farms have a finite number of tall trees and after searching three farms for the “perfect tree” we had to resort to the old fashion way – buying a previously cut Canadian export.
I start decorating leisurely the weekend after Thanksgiving. With the kids having moved out the decorating is left to me. My husband is usually in a prone position on the couch as I struggle with the Christmas tree lights and ornaments. Last year, our twelve foot tree fell over with the stand filled with water when I attempted to turn it to what I thought was the better side. This year we anchored the tree to the curtain rod with a clothes hanger. If anything falls it will be the rod.
I start with the railing garland, a combination greens, lights, bows and glass red berries. I am organized somewhat – at least the garlands are labeled. I decorate the foyer tree like a tree I remember from my childhood although it is about four feet shorter, two feet thinner and fake. I still remember my parents friend, an engineer, standing on a ladder hanging white lights and silver balls meticulously on a perfect 12 foot fresh cut tree. Although, I have tried to duplicate it, I have never been successful. My mantel comes next with a country theme this year – an evergreen wreath with a red and green plaid cotton bow with a “aged” bell.