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Thursday, December 07, 2006
You go, little girl.The other day I was in Target, walking around like a zombie, and I heard a toddler girl making noise in the toy aisle. She said stuff like, "Mama" and "Ahh!" and "Uh!"
Then, I swear to gosh on the Bible, the little girl bursts into song. What does she sing? "We are family! We are family!"
I had to laugh.
O Christmas Tree
I got one, after all. An eight-foot-high Frasier fir. The Frasiers are my favorites. My boyfriend likes Douglasses for their bushiness, but I think ornaments need room to hang.
Okay, no more euphemistic-sounding talk around the Christmas tree.
For once, the guy who cut and bagged my tree did a really good job. His cut was straight, and my tree therefore fits beautifully in its stand, with no leaning. All this may or may not be due to the fact that I went to Home Depot this year and not Lowe's. For some stuff I prefer Lowe's, and Home Depot certainly has its share of disgruntled employees. But Lowe's employees, in my experience, have consistently shown the most Christmas-tree-related apathy. So, no more of my tree money for them.
I love our Christmas tree a lot and I'm glad I bought it. We haven't even put ornaments on it yet - it's just sitting there in the stand in the corner of our living room, looking all plant-y and triangular and awesome. I tried to take a picture of it for y'all, but I think it moved or something because the picture came out all blurry. I tried to hug the tree - I was compelled - but it's hard to hug something like a big, triangular pipe cleaner. I held several of the bristles to my face, meaning to kiss them. But then I just smelled them, instead, because I didn't want to look like a freak. Its trunk is still soft. It smells green.
We're going to give it as much water as we can, but I'm sad already, thinking about our tree's eventual death. I wish it could stay alive forever inside our house.
I think I was in denial, earlier. I thought I didn't want a tree. Really, though, I wanted one too much.
I wish I could do something to make ours stay alive.
Failing that, I wish I could sink my teeth into it and eat it. Mm - Christmas tree sandwiches...
Please don't tell anybody I said that.
Labels: domestic
3:45 PM #Comments:
One time I was at Wal-Mart and a woman walked by with her two daughters. They were maybe seven and eight years old.Out of nowhere, and in perfect unison, they both burst out in a Kelly Clarkson chorus,
"Since you been gooooooooooone!"
Apparently it's something they practice, if the expression on their mother's face was any indication.
# posted by
Mike : 9:45 PM
My guess is the above children might not have been siblings, from all the sibling talk I've heard. Other things I've heard but have no experience to back up: (well, one other thing): christmas trees need continuous water; if they don't have it for a little while the sap hardens and prevents them from drinking anymore, like an internal vice grip, and you fight the losing needle-shedding battle of a dying tree. So, constant water, and they drink a lot. I don't even know where I overheard this, but it seemed reliable enough that I was allowed to remember it.
# posted by
olive & rose : 5:35 AM
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# posted by
olive & rose : 5:36 AM
"For once, the guy who cut and bagged my tree did a really good job. His cut was straight, and my tree therefore fits beautifully in its stand, with no leaning."
You said no more euphemistic tree-talk!!
# posted by
tina : 9:50 AM
You can actually buy Christmas trees in barrels these days and then put them outside after Christmas where they can continue to grow. Then you don't have to think about your tree's eventual death.
# posted by
Kimberly : 12:23 PM
Or you can have it mulched and make it part of the Circle of Life(tm).
Out in the country, we like to put it in the garage till New Years then move it outside and tie fireworks to it and burn that sucker UP. It's awesome.
# posted by
emjaybee : 3:51 PM
Christmas tree sandwiches sound like good fiber!
# posted by
Jeffytown, USA : 2:38 AM
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