You go, little girl.
The other day I was in Target, walking around like a zombie, and I heard a toddler girl making noise in the toy aisle. She said stuff like, “Mama” and “Ahh!” and “Uh!”
Then, I swear to gosh on the Bible, the little girl bursts into song. What does she sing? “We are family! We are family!”
I had to laugh.
O Christmas Tree
I got one, after all. An eight-foot-high Frasier fir. The Frasiers are my favorites. My boyfriend likes Douglasses for their bushiness, but I think ornaments need room to hang.
Okay, no more euphemistic-sounding talk around the Christmas tree.
For once, the guy who cut and bagged my tree did a really good job. His cut was straight, and my tree therefore fits beautifully in its stand, with no leaning. All this may or may not be due to the fact that I went to Home Depot this year and not Lowe’s. For some stuff I prefer Lowe’s, and Home Depot certainly has its share of disgruntled employees. But Lowe’s employees, in my experience, have consistently shown the most Christmas-tree-related apathy. So, no more of my tree money for them.
I love our Christmas tree a lot and I’m glad I bought it. We haven’t even put ornaments on it yet – it’s just sitting there in the stand in the corner of our living room, looking all plant-y and triangular and awesome. I tried to take a picture of it for y’all, but I think it moved or something because the picture came out all blurry. I tried to hug the tree – I was compelled – but it’s hard to hug something like a big, triangular pipe cleaner. I held several of the bristles to my face, meaning to kiss them. But then I just smelled them, instead, because I didn’t want to look like a freak. Its trunk is still soft. It smells green.
We’re going to give it as much water as we can, but I’m sad already, thinking about our tree’s eventual death. I wish it could stay alive forever inside our house.
I think I was in denial, earlier. I thought I didn’t want a tree. Really, though, I wanted one too much.
I wish I could do something to make ours stay alive.
Failing that, I wish I could sink my teeth into it and eat it. Mm – Christmas tree sandwiches…
Please don’t tell anybody I said that.
