This weekend was an exercise in elf-like triumph.
Putting up trees, making a pajaki, ornaments, wreaths….candles blazing and Donny and Marie blasting out Jingle Bells all through the night. Anything that stood still has now been tinseled, feathered, or sequined. Only the bathroom remains untouched.
Not long, Bathroom, not long.
I’ll be posting pictures and projects in the weeks ahead, but I want take a minute to say this one thing now and get it out of the way because some people in real life think this is not normal and I am tired of explaining it. So let’s just say it now: I have multiple Christmas trees.
To be precise, I have three Christmas trees; a traditional green, pink flocked, and a smaller silver tree, all of them synthetic. Some people don’t like this. Some people insist that the only Christmas tree worth having is one big natural evergreen, tall and fragrant, bedecked in generations of lovingly curated ornaments. I have had a couple of people tell me my way of doing this with multiple fake trees is flat out wrong. They say that I am buying in to the “War on Christmas” by furthering commercialism and distancing myself from traditions of Yore. And they might be right. But at this point in my life, do I give a rip?
There is a time for harkening back to Yore. There is a place for Tradition. That place in not my living room. I love it hanging with Yore and Tradition in other people’s living rooms. Just not mine. Trust me, it’s better for everyone involved.
I think everyone should consider multiple trees. Maybe one to host a collection of ornaments, and maybe just one because it smells good. Or it lights up a dark corner. Or because you feel like having it around. There is no law that says a person is allotted one tree in life and I am not about to follow someone else’s arbitrary rule just because it is what they know to be familiar.
My house. My Christmas. My trees. All three of them.