…But I’m not quite ready to do it. A tree is like the heart of a home when it’s up and decorated. When we strip it and take it down in a few days I will miss it.
A lot of people I know have artificial Christmas trees this year. I used to scoff at the idea of it – so fake, so plastic! And worst of all, no Christmas smell!
Lately I’ve been reconsidering. After all, what’s so natural about shipping little pine trees all over the country, piling them with fake snow and plunking on baubles – the more glittery and gaudy, the better?
We stuck with the real tree this year. Despite huge improvements in the artificial ones, I’m not quite ready to go that route.
But I no longer scoff. I’ve evolved. After all, the tree is just an object. It’s the meaning you invest in it that’s important.
I look forward every Christmas to pulling precious objects out of closets and drawers and spending hours gussying up house and tree. I love it. It’s like therapy and a trip down memory lane all rolled into one.
What I love most is rediscovering the stuff we’ve accumulated over the years. They’re reminders of all of the important events in our lives. They’re our history in living color and prominently displayed for all to see.
Most families I know use the holidays as an excuse to haul out all the Christmas pictures of their kids. Here’s the baby all dressed up in a tiny red onesie. Here she is crying adorably on Santa’s lap. And look, here he is, on the cusp of growing up, grinning brattily at the camera.
Before you know it, they’re gone.
Some people say Christmas is for kids; they no longer bother with the trappings because theirs are all grown.
I “do” Christmas because every memory is precious to me. I think of the holiday as a way for families to reconnect. In a world that is too often unsettling and scary and full of conflict, Christmas can give us back a bit of innocent joy.
So it really doesn’t matter if the tree is artificial or “real.” What matters is what it represents – our hearts, our families, our homes.