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The Hazard Of Putting Up A Christmas Tree And How To Avoid It

The Hazard Of Putting Up A Christmas Tree And How To Avoid It

I know Christmas is coming – every year – same time, same place. But I’m never completely prepared. I used to love to put up my tree when the kids were little. Everyone helped. Hot chocolate and popcorn was made and ornaments were fought over or broken, tears were shed, then replaced with smiles and laughter. It was a fun experience.

Now it’s just Harry, Andrew, and me to decorate for. Andrew flits in and out quickly, between semesters. But if I didn’t decorate for the holidays I would be sad and I hope they would be too. Sometimes I wonder.

To put up a tree now, I have to go to the storage unit to find it. I’m pretty sure I know exactly where it is in that mess of a storage unit. Someone has to keep inventory and since I’m the keeper of all things, that would be me, but I do not – I repeat – I do not take credit for the state of this storage unit. H is the culprit. The words I use when faced with this dilemma can not be printed here. This instead:


The tree box is standing in the right front corner, with some bed parts leaned up against it, which you can see after you move the stack of never-to-be-used-again vinyl albums and some sort of mechanical part to something, off the top of Andrews chest of drawers which stands in the doorway because there is no more room, and then you can move the chest of drawers out of the doorway, so you can move the bed parts away from the box, so you can pull the tree box out of the corner and then shove the chest of drawers back in and re-stack the albums and the mechanical part on top of it, so you can, using great strength, close the door and lock it. Did I use too many commas – or not enough? Sentence structure does not apply in this situation. Now the box of decorations I can get to easily enough. I put them in Andrews storage unit. It’s nice and orderly and not junked up. I can open the door, walk in, and pick up the box. No shoving and pulling, or rearranging and cursing. I cringe every time H says we may have to put something in Andrews storage unit. I’ve dared him to do it.

I could string lights around this pile of boxes H moved to the living room, two weeks ago, and hasn’t sorted through yet. I guess it’s the thought that counts? I’m probably giving him too much credit though.

Pile of boxes After this year I intend to store the Christmas tree in Andrews unit. He won’t mind. That way I won’t be so stressed out about having to get to it and wonder, what’s the point? After I get the tree up it’s all worth the trouble it took! Nothing is more comforting than sitting curled up with a good book in the dark with the tree lights on. (On my kindle of course. I don’t have night vision!)

Have you done your Holiday decorating? ~Elle


About Elle Knowles

Elle Knowles lives in the Florida Panhandle with her husband and off-at-college-most-of-the-time son. She has four daughters, one son, and eleven beautiful grandchildren. 'Crossing the Line' is her first novel. The sequel 'What Line' is a work in progress. Recently published is Coffee-Drunk Or Blind - a nonfiction story of homesteading in the Alaska wilderness with her parents and four siblings, told through letters by her mother and remembered accounts from the family.

2 responses »

  1. It’s SO worth it when the sun is setting at 4:30! I felt so cozy last night with the tree lights on. Still working on the ornaments. It’s a process.

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