It’s that time of year. Ken and I have been thinking about it for weeks and now the
weekend is finally upon us.
A romantic weekend
away, you wonder? Nope. Time for us to celebrate the season by
seeing if we can come to blows once more over the annual erection of our
Christmas tree.
Having just put the house back together after the latest
renovation…it’s time for us to make our biggest mess of the year. Boxes upon boxes will be dragged up
from the garage (cue the whining to start HERE.) Our evil cat will likely use this opportunity to escape
through the open front door to wander the neighbourhood freely, while giving us
the paw and muttering “suckers” under his tuna breath. He will be recaptured (more whining
while one of us searches for him in the cold).
His punishment will be to watch us erect the tree for the next eight
hours!
Never before in my life has it ever taken so long to put up
a tree. Even when I was five and was
underfoot constantly. Even when I
carefully hand-crafted each link of my construction paper chain and relished in the throwing of plastic tinsel EVERYWHERE!
Nope, it’s only since being with Mr. Interior Decorator that
such magnitude of time has been spent. Last year, and hopefully this year, we’ll spread this
effort out over several days. Yes,
that’s right….several days for one tree!
But by the time we’re done, it will be somewhat spectacular
and we’ll invite guest after guest over to bask in its magnificence (hence
needing to start early). Our BC
Hydro Smart Meter will hum like the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. The clean up will probably last for days
as I find odd bits of Christmas decorations littered endlessly around the house,
if the cat hasn’t found them first and choked to death.
But at the end of it all
will be peace and beauty, which to me is the joy of Christmas and the only
reason that we do it at all.
