My Christmas tree has been mocking me from the corner.
We gave up watering it on about December 26th this year. But still, it stood there all decorated in the corner. Slowly over the past week I have taken the decorations down from the rest of the house and dragged them into the foyer near the stairs. Along with a pile of wreaths, garland, and serving platters all waiting to be packed back up and carried to their home in the attic.
It was a pretty sad sight.
We had an un-decorating party this year. Which was fun. For a little while. Until I came to the realization that little kids are not good at repacking fragile things. And older kids like to complain about the tree poking them. Ah yes, that is what happens when you don’t water it! It probably could have been a teachable moment except that I was tired of being poked by the needles too. And being nice would have interfered with my martyr like demeanor that I was intent on keeping.
Once the cookies and eggnog ran out, I was pretty much on my own as they all slowly drifted out of the room never to be heard from again.
It didn’t take long before I drifted out of the room also.
This morning when I walked downstairs in the morning I decided that it was time. I packed up the rest of the decorations myself. Scoured the tree for hiding ornaments. Wrapped the fragile things securely in bubble wrap and old wrapping paper.
Then I discovered what part kids are really at… carrying it all up to the attic.
Granted, I did not go up to see where exactly in the attic they put the stuff. And chances are very good that they left it all right at the top of the attic stairs for me to trip and fall over in the dark when I least expect it. But at least I didn’t have to walk up and down two flights of stairs fifty million times. As much as my backside probably could have used the walking, ahem.
Tomorrow we will drag the naked the tree outside and I will begin vacuuming up the dead pine needles, a process that will last until next December.
