So we brought our goofy Christmas tree in last night, wrestled it into the tree stand and managed to get it into a position closely approximating upright without too much cursing.
It wasn't until we strung the lights today that we realized that we had cut the leader branch at the top of the tree too far down. It was so thick that our candle decoration that has topped the tree from time immemorial would not fit.
My husband makes his living as a carpenter. We have more money than I want to think about tied up in a wide variety of woodworking tools. Were any of these tools used to shave or whittle down the thick leader branch?
Oh no, the spousal unit used the handyman's secret weapon: duct tape. Yes, the crowning glory of our Christmas tree is duct taped into position. The duct tape, as you might notice, has stretched some and said decoration now leans drunkenly to the right. Close enough, say I, close enough. But then at this moment I'm leaning somewhat drunkenly to the right, having indulged in a little holiday libation. Or two. Or perhaps three. But then, who's counting, eh?
My daughter and her sweetie came home early in the afternoon. Paul left the skidoo down at his mom's where he was helping her get set up for the family Christmas feast, so the kids walked the quarter mile uphill to our home. Did I use the verb walk? I think the verb "wheezed" gives you a more adequate picture. Hmph. City slickers.
So here are our Christmas tree mug shots. First from the front, with my daughter and her sweetie who did the honours.
In this household we feel the secret to decorating a skimpy Christmas tree is to throw so much stuff on it that the basic tree itself is lost in the clutter. It took the daughter's boyfriend, who is from France and has rather subdued good taste, a while to accept what was happening here.
Our Christmas tree mantra in this household is "nothing exceeds like excess." I think of our tree as the Tammy Faye Baker of the Christmas tree world--so over the top that you can't take your eyes off it, even though you're embarrassed to be in the same room. We are proudly, deeply tacky.
It's only when you see the sideways mug shot that you get the idea of how few branches this tree really has.
I love it to bits anyhow.
Happy holidays, eh.
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