our first tree
13 December 2005, 9:10 pmsort of “before,” only with enough lights that the picture isn’t completely dark
field of ornaments
unequivocally “after”
bear!
Many thanks to Ezra for the timely transport assist.
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A beauty! We actually got our first family tree this year also. We’d been surviving Christmas after Christmas with a silly little table-top fake tree, on account of the cats and the small children. But now the children are Chrsitmas-tree-aged, and the cats don’t seem to care, and we have all these ornaments handmade by my mom over the years that we wanted to display in her honor. It will be a happy-sad Christmas, and we have just the tree for it.
Nice! We were fortunate enough, two years’ running, to have actual trees from our own backyard pressed into service as trees-drawn-from-a-pagan-symbology-way-older-than-Christianity-so-shove-it-Bill-O’Reilly - but we haven’t for the last two years, as our lovely destructo-kitties would whittle them into kindling forthwith. (Thank you, Mr. Waits.) We have waned severely in the decorative area since then: no lights, no garlands, etc. I will have to buy a rich and yummy Yuley alcoholic beverage in penance.
Aw, Bear! I love the photos of him, which may well outlast his felty presence. He’ll always be my favorite ornament because Mrs. McCartney helped me make him in kindergarten and she didn’t mind my making him stick his tongue out. He’s even greater because you can put two fingers in his legs and make him walk: he’s an ornamuppet! A puppament! A reminder of all the great tree-trimmings from my childhood.
Wow — I just remembered a crazy ornament my parents gave me when I was little. It was some kind of floppy humanoid whose body was made from a roll of Butter Rum Life Savers. Even though I hated the two rolls of Butter Rums that inevitably took up space in the annual Life Savers Storybook in my stocking, I loved that ornament. Why wasn’t it in the box of ornaments my mom sent me when I moved into my first apartment? Did it melt in the attic? Did she accidentally send it to my brother? Where’s Leonard Nimoy when you really need him?
Yay! It’s fantastic! Glad to assist!