As exhausted as I am from Black Friday shopping last night, I knew I had to get the house decorated today as is tradition in this household. I know now that my job of decorating the house is done and I can work on Christmas shopping, baking, crafts and wrapping of presents. The next month will be a busy one, as I’m sure everyone elses will be too. But of all the things I enjoyed today, it was the “building” of the Christmas tree.
I call it “building” because that is exactly what I do each year. My tree is a 6.5′ fake tree that I got my first Christmas divorced at Kmart on Black Friday. The tree is prelit because there is nothing more that I hate to do than wrap lights around the tree. So, first I have to drag it from the attic and get all the heavy pieces out of the box. Then, I pull all the branches apart and make the tree look full. This is a scratchy job that no one else in the house wants to do, so its me alone with Christmas carols playing for about two hours (depending on how many times “mommy” is called for this duration of pain I go through). This always reminds me of that first Christmas divorced thinking that it was just me and the boys to decorate the tree and that it would be my job to place the angel instead of the “man” of the house. I remember the independence as well as the fear of doing the whole Christmas season by myself for the first time.
Next, was the garland. Normally I use tinsel garland which at the end of the season gets thrown away because I get upset with the mess it caused when I took the tree down. This year, my fiance suggested getting the beaded garland as it reminds him of popcorn on the tree and I like that idea as well. I wrapped the tree (this also is a job I do by myself). . . and re-wrapped the tree. I can never get the garland to go around the tree perfect the first time. Surprisingly, this is the same reason why I don’t like to do Christmas lights. I stood back and appreciated the work I had done and hollered for the boys. Continue reading