If you read this post you know that we went on Sunday to get our Christmas Tree. I have always been a big proponent of a live tree. I know that some people don’t get live trees because of allergies or various reasons, but we always had a live tree growing up and so, for me, that’s what I associate with a true Christmas at home.
The first year we were married we went and got a real tree. I guess at the time I thought it was going to be this magical memory that I would always remember but, honestly, now — only 3 years later — I can’t even tell you where we got it. But I know we got a real tree and it looked beautiful taking over a large portion of the eating area in our small dining/living area in our apartment.
Our second year of marriage saw us moved home and in our first house. I do remember going to the Young Life lot and picking out our tree. I originally wanted to go to the tree farm but I decided that that would be a lot of effort just for the two of us and time was short due to football season. So we put up our second real tree and only had a few minor problems putting it up. One being that I almost got my finger broken putting the tree in the stand. Some period of time after we got the tree up, lights put on, and decorated Jason and I woke up to a loud crash. The tree had fallen over. Apparently with the finger incident the tree wasn’t completely in the stand level and so it fell. We lost some very special ornaments and were able to replace most of them. I don’t remember any that we weren’t able to replace or that ended up not being that special since I don’t remember loosing them.
Last year I was pregnant and couldn’t put lights on a real tree due to my expanding girth and the lead in the lights. So, we borrowed an artifical tree from my parents and made do. Honestly, I was a little glad that I didn’t have to mess with putting the lights on. It took some of the fun away since there was no Christmas tree smell but I didn’t get sap all over me, we didn’t have to remember to water it, and it didn’t die before Christmas.
But this year, oh this year, was our little girls first Christmas. By golly, we were going back to a real tree! Mom and Dad had gotten a new tree to replace their old artificial one so we were going to use theirs on our landing and put a real tree in the den. When we got the tree home we decided that it would be better in the entry. Possibly because we might have had to cut some of the top of the tree off to get it to fit in our den and mostly because that’s where the tree was at my house in high school/college and I loved the feeling of it. Since our last real tree experience had been fraught with disaster we put the tree stand on while the tree was laying on the front porch. That way we were able to ensure that the entire base was down, level in the stand.
When we got our 10 foot tree up we noticed that it still looked like it leaned a little bit, but we checked the base and it was totally level on the floor. So, we secured the tree to the column next to it just to make sure and went ahead with the decorations. That was Sunday. I spent the last three days putting lights on the tree during nap times. I would estimate that I used about 20 – 25 strands of lights on the tree. I finally finished the lights last night and we had Jason and Charlotte do the ceremonial honors of putting the first ornament on the tree.