We don’t have the tree up. We’ll do it but it takes time. Those of you who have visited know that we have a great cathedral ceiling in our living room/dining room/kitchen. A few years ago, I rashly purchased a humongous tree because I knew it would just look so pretty. It does but, I curse it.
Until 1987, we ALWAYS had a real tree. We have fond (NOT) memories of our first Christmas tree. The year was 1974 and we lived in an apartment in Richmond. We picked up Moffett’s Aunt Felicia and the three of us went tree shopping. Found two great trees, one for us and one for Felicia. Felicia and I went shopping (at Woolworth’s) for ornaments for us. I still have some of those first ornaments. We got her tree up and our tree up – and decorated. That weekend, we traveled to Front Royal, VA to visit with Moffett’s mom, grandfather and another aunt – and pick up furniture they were giving us. We drove back to Richmond on Sunday afternoon, trying to find the Redskins game on the car radio, with the car trunk tied shut to hold in the furniture (a dining room table – we were psyched – we were using a card table). When we arrived home we were a little worried. We were keeping a color! TV for a friend as our apartment complex had had some issues with burglaries. As we walked into the apartment, we both looked to make sure the TV was still there. It was – BUT – we had the deadest tree, worse, much worse than Charlie Brown’s tree, sitting/shedding in our living room. It was unreal. Brown needles piled up, ornaments on the floor. I almost cried. First we emptied the car of the furniture, then we un-decorated the tree. Then Moffett took the tree out and dragged it to a treed area near our back door. The next morning, anyone could see the path of brown needles going from our patio to the wooded area. The next night, the three of us went tree shopping again – as Felicia’s tree had done exactly the same thing.
I didn’t even take a picture of the stupid, dead tree. But believe me, it looked bad!