Okay, I finally broke down and bought a new fake Christmas tree, I’ve always gone out in the woods and cut down a cedar for years, until my Dad died in 1998. I started putting up a fake one after that, but I have had a few real ones a time or two since then. My old one is in the back room cluttered with my nieces junk so I can’t get to it. I’m hoping the ornaments are in the bedroom closet. I use the same ones every year, the ones Isaiah made for me in school, ones people have given me and Isaiah over the years. It’s funny how many you accumulate over time.
I do miss the days of hitting the woods with an ax to chop down a real one. It’s an old tradition that is slowly dying out. Sadly, most traditions are dying off with today’s world of social media and video games, along with the commercialization of Christmas.
I remember when Isaiah was little, he’s 23 now, and I would bake sugar cookies, doing the whole “Mom” thing. Neither of us liked sweets much, but we had fun baking the cookies together. His friends would come over and we would bake cookies together and make home made biscuits. When we would have snow, we would build a snowman, have snow ball fights and make snowcream. We would get a cardboard box and slide down the small incline in the yard. I miss those days, but life goes on.
Back to the point of the tree, I’ve had to spray the cat with the water bottle ten times in the last twenty minutes. The lights fascinate them, plus it’s in front of “their” window, where they perch on top of the air conditioner looking out. I have a feeling it will be knocked over before the night is over. It’s another reason I prefer a real tree to a fake one, It takes more to knock a real one over. The smell of a fresh cut tree is refreshing and they look so much better. The bad thing about a real one is they dry up, leave crap all over the floor and are a pain to get out of the house.
I miss my big lights I had for years. Isaiah, my wonderful son, and one of his friends took them to his high school football coach, along with a tree they cut down for him. He was separated at the time and they felt sorry for him. They listened to me, everyone needs a Christmas tree at Christmas. Little did I know it was going to be the last time I saw my lights. The idiots threw the tree away with the lights on it. But it is my boys. The same ones who throw dirty dishes in the garbage instead of washing them. It’s why I don’t have as many dishes, pots and pans as I did have, as I gave them some when they rented a house together.
I’m getting away from the subject with my rambling, but I am a Gemini. We ramble.
Christmas isn’t Christmas without a tree. I prefer the white lights in my old age, the ones that flash, This tree has multi-colored lights that don’t flash, but it does make me feel more in the spirit of Christmas. I think I’m going to do something for people this year instead of giving them money or buying them a gift. Maybe clean their house, baby sit the kids, cook them a meal and take it to them, (yes, I’m a good cook, when I do cook :-D) or just pay a bill or something for them without them knowing it.
I’ve pretty much ran out of things to say, plus I’m watching Duck Dynasty’s Christmas special. I need to bring the dogs in out of the rain, giving me another task: keep the dogs from peeing on the tree. I reckon I better fill up two water bottles.
If anybody reads this, I hope you have as many great memories of Christmas as I do, and you have your own family traditions you keep alive.
God Bless everyone and keep our troops in your thoughts and prayers, if you’re atheist, keep our troops in your thoughts.