The last four days have gone by too quickly, filled with errands, food, more food, more errands, and best of all, some quality time with my fiancee.
I’ve never been terribly big on holiday decorating, but I’ve got to admit, I had a lot of fun putting up a tree, decorating it, and all that. Of course, it couldn’t really be as simple as all that. First of all, it isn’t a real tree. My mom was kind enough to give us an old fake tree she had, which was great, because that meant we didn’t have to buy anything. She even supplied most of the ornaments and lights and whatnot to go on it.
We put the tree together, and I strung the lights. We started to hang some ornaments, and that’s when everything just went horribly wrong. The tree is old, and its stand is plastic. One of the feet of the stand broke, and the tree began to topple, no axe required. I caught it, but not before a couple ornaments fell off, with their typical POP and resulting tinkle of thin glass exploding on the hardwood floor. We got a new stand, and reset the tree, with minimal damage done to the lights and the tree.
Well, there was some confusion in setting the bolts, and the tree began to promptly fall over. Fortunately, we had taken all the ornaments off before transplanting our poor tree, so nothing broke this time, especially because neither of us caught it before it hit the ground. Frustrated, we left it lying there on its side, vowing to try again later.
We tried again, and got the thing set, and began the process anew of arranging the ornaments. We finally finished, and were rather happy with the outcome. We put on the tree skirt, and stood back and enjoyed the moment. This was ours. Our tree. In our home. For our first Christmas together. Gushy and mushy as it may sound, the feeling was profound, and I’ve never felt more at ease or felt things were so right, even if the tree did fall over a couple times in the process. According to the countdown over there in the side bar, we’re about 18 days away from marriage, and although I may be a little nervous, I’m excited at the prospect.
Our tree. In Our house. For our first Christmas Together.
With our puppy, Thalia.
We even have a wreath.
