O Tannenbaum

Well, today (January 23) we said goodbye to a dear friend…for the next 10 months. Dad and I put away the Christmas Tree. This is not just a tree–well, it’s not actually a tree, since it is artificial–it’s almost a member of the family. It’s well-behaved; doesn’t get up too early or make too much noise; doesn’t make much mess; only goes to bed late once per year (Jan 23rd is not the latest it has stayed up!); it stands as a beacon of (night-)light as we pass through the shortest day of the year and begin our move back towards longer days and shorter nights.

We had to get new lights this year, but other than that the tree is a cheap date. We have more ornaments than would be proper to burden one tree, so those tend to differ slightly each year. I like the various stringed instruments, pianos and excerpts of Christmas carols. There are ornaments the kids made; various ones we’ve bought in our travels and living in several regions of the country; stories told and retold each year. I hated to see the tree go back in its box (actually, its box fell apart a couple of years ago; it now resides in a box formerly the property of one of my synths)–but the time for Tannenbaum is past, as the ground hardens enough that we may be able to find our golf balls in the fairway, rather than watching them hopelessly embed themselves in the mud as they burrow mindlessly toward the warmth and sun of the southern hemisphere, leaving us to guess their entry point as we search for the closest island of semi-dry ground upon which to gingerly place another future formerly-in-play golf ball which, when hit, we hope will head towards the correct green while we receive another coating of the same mud that so gleefully consumes each less-than-perfect shot.

Whether it’s golf or tree, it’s all music to my ears…

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3 Responses to O Tannenbaum

  1. jeremy says:

    Ah yes, the real fake tree. I miss her.

  2. Delara says:

    January 23rd eh? I do believe that is the earliest retirement yet.

    And, forgive me for any insults, dear tree, I always thought of you as a “he”…

  3. MarjaKnits says:

    January 23 isn’t too bad. We got it put up later than usual this year. Somehow the Sunday afternoon of Thanksgiving weekend isn’t as uneventful as it used to be. Sigh.

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