A Case for Artificial
I dread decorating the tree every Christmas so this year, naturally, I bought two; one for the kids and one for the living room. I’m the only one who decorates, I’m just not good at it and I resent how much time it takes. Let’s get two!
Fa la la la la!
I could not let go of the image of my kids falling asleep and waking up to a Christmas tree. That vision coupled with a steam train I bought last year specifically to go around a someday-kids’-only-tree and I just had to make it happen.
Worth it. The whole scene is out of a storybook and I long for those kind of memories to be painted in my kids’ minds.
I myself have a deep imprint of my Grandmother’s white, aluminum Christmas tree in her living room. Something like this:
Because of this potent memory, all of my Christmas decorations are artificial; sparkle, sequins, pinks, blues and plenty of iridescence. Yet because of another potent memory, they all adorn a real tree. I grew up with a fake, green tree – just plastic masking as a tree – and I always wanted a real one. So here I am, stuck in the middle with you:
It’s so goddamned beautiful but if one of those white aluminum numbers pops up on craiglist, we’re going artificial next year. Just like my boobs. Are you there Santa? It’s me, Lisa.