...and instead, I'll go snowshoeing with Meeker. Mmmm-kay?
I get it, I do. Christmas trees are suppose to be the something something of the season. For we secular folk, I feel it's historical symbolism has become watered down enough for us to feel comfortable having one in the house, without allowing the tinnitus of our own hypocrisy to drown out the sound of the cat slowly destroying Nana's antique ornaments.
It also smells great.
But I'm not decorating it. I mean, I put some lights on it and there's a lovely glow in the room of an evening that for once doesn't come from a phone screen. It certainly looks more festive now that it's dead in my living room, than it did when it was alive on the farm and exchanging carbon dioxide for oxygen. So there's that.
I just think having a lovely fir tree visit for a few weeks is joy enough for me for the season. I've named our little Christmas tree Red, because my father would find it funny. I've decorated it only with lights because it drives my mother crazy to know that somewhere in my house is a giant bin of unused ornaments and there's nothing she can do about it. I have a tree at all because Husband smiles so big when he looks at it that I feel as though my heart will burst.
Now if you don't mind, I have to see a dog about some snowshoes.
I get it, I do. Christmas trees are suppose to be the something something of the season. For we secular folk, I feel it's historical symbolism has become watered down enough for us to feel comfortable having one in the house, without allowing the tinnitus of our own hypocrisy to drown out the sound of the cat slowly destroying Nana's antique ornaments.
It also smells great.
But I'm not decorating it. I mean, I put some lights on it and there's a lovely glow in the room of an evening that for once doesn't come from a phone screen. It certainly looks more festive now that it's dead in my living room, than it did when it was alive on the farm and exchanging carbon dioxide for oxygen. So there's that.
I just think having a lovely fir tree visit for a few weeks is joy enough for me for the season. I've named our little Christmas tree Red, because my father would find it funny. I've decorated it only with lights because it drives my mother crazy to know that somewhere in my house is a giant bin of unused ornaments and there's nothing she can do about it. I have a tree at all because Husband smiles so big when he looks at it that I feel as though my heart will burst.
Now if you don't mind, I have to see a dog about some snowshoes.
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