Len and I got our Christmas tree this weekend. The tree is a big deal to me -- setting it up, putting on the lights and ornaments is my favorite part of the season. I can't really explain why, but it's so hopeful. The first two years we lived in Grass Lake we got our trees from some old coot (with a mean dog) down the street. They were exactly the kind I like: big and wild. Last year he was only selling potted trees, so we ended up going to one of the big-business tree farms where the trees are insanely expensive, small and perfect cones. Feh. I told Len that if that is our only choice, I thought we should just buy a fake tree and be done with it.
But, we found a guy. He has a big farm out in the middle of nowhere, the trees are exactly the ones I like, and instead of a mean dog, the guy hands out chocolate and crazy hologram glasses. In between dealing with an old boiler crisis and a jammed up sewer line (not our's), Len helped pick out a tree, lug it home and set it up (he recognizes it's importance to me, but he isn't that excited about it, himself). I put lights on last night.
This thing is 8 feet tall (after cutting off the top) and almost as wide. And those glasses he hands out?
This is what happens when you put them on. So cool!
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Hmmm....the lights on the 'holographic' tree match the warp in the picture below.
So much Christmas, so little time...
Just about the only decorating we do is the tree, but that's because we so enjoy each of the ornaments we have collected over the years. We'll walk by and stop to comment on some memory the tree brings back. I relate to how important it is to you because it's important to me.
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