With everything that’s been going on lately, and E still trying to help her mom find an apartment, none of us has had much energy or enthusiasm for Christmas. In particular, we weren’t excited about hauling out and setting up our full-size, rather-worn, 16-year-old fake Christmas tree. But with 2 weeks until Christmas, yesterday we realized that we had to either get around to doing it, or admit that it wasn’t going to happen at all.
We were leaning toward it not happening at all. But then we asked, “M, do you care if we have a tree?” and he answered, “Um, yeah, that would be OK.” Since he is a teenager, this really means, “I definitely want us to put up a tree and decorate it, and I am going to be sad and disappointed and feel like Christmas is all wrong if we don’t.”
But we still weren’t up for decorating 6 feet of slowly-shedding plastic. So when E and I were out running some errands yesterday, we stopped and bought a tabletop-size real tree. It’s the first real tree I’ve ever bought. We got it home, and it only took about 15 minutes to put it up and put on one string of lights and some ornaments. But it’s amazing what a difference it has made.
This season, which has been feeling mostly like it’s subtitled, “the first holidays since E’s dad passed away,” suddenly feels like “our first married Christmas” and “our first Christmas for the three of us as a family.” And we feel pretty happy to have a new tradition to go with it, of putting up a tiny little real tree.