Tree

We spent our morning out hunting a Christmas tree that would suit us all. Once the silver and white ones were nixed, the kids turned their considerable energy to picking out a green one. (The fresh ones are unwelcome because we already have enough shedding around here with the animals.) Don wanted a hinged tree that came pre-lit. I wanted a skinny tree that would take up less room and a small tree on which to hang the excess ornaments that will not fit on the slimmer tree. (I collect Hallmark ornaments, and the kids each receive and/or make several new ones each year. The numbers are legion.) We eventually agreed on an anorexic tree, bought separate iridescent faceted light strings (because I liked them better than the regular naked bulbs), and added a second small tree.

Now we just have to make a trip out to the dump with the Mother Tree. It's mammoth, and it has served us well for the decade that it has been in use. We have added a child, a herd of pets, a brother-in-law and a sister-in-law, both of our dads have retired and our moms gone back to work full-time in the years that the old tree has been with us. I wonder what the new one will witness in the coming years?