We bought a tree last weekend. As far as Christmas trees go though, it's a bit of an imposter. It's lime green, a foot and a half tall, and can't support the weight of an ornament. Hey, at least it's cute. Additionally, it's an honest-to-goodness live plant and one of my co-workers has promised to plant it in her yard come spring. I like the idea of my little tree having a full life long after it and I have parted ways.
This is the first Christmas tree I have ever bought. Last year I was still trying to get my bearings, having just moved (back) to Canada, and I, um, well I guess I didn't have time for a tree. I didn't have time to write Christmas cards or do any baking, either. On the up side, I did have time to berate my staff for using too much coal to heat the office. Hey, you do what you can.
This year is different though, and I even put our ornaments up tonight. All three of them. My family has always been really into Christmas ornaments, and my parents' tree pretty much tells the story of our lives. Just a couple examples: a cello (me), a Detroit Lions helmet (Dad), a cute little rummage sale sign (Mom), Star Trek: TNG's Enterprise (my brother). Since I'm used to such personalized, meaningful ornaments, I have a hard time going out to a Target and buying a dozen red balls to fill up space. Three ornaments it is, then. Three KICK-A@% ornaments, that is!
Chinese Cricket:
American flag: I got this as a Christmas gift from an
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