I had a little trouble getting into the Christmas spirit this year. Could be because I didn’t once watch The Grinch, Charlie Brown’s Christmas, The Christmas Story or It’s a Wonderful Life. Could be because I started singing Christmas songs in September with a community chorus and the carols all invaded my head as earworms. Could be because we put colored lights in the front window last Christmas and liked them so much that we never took them down. Could be because we didn’t get a tree.
K and Z’s Top 10 reasons for not getting a tree: (yes, thank you, Mr. Letterman’s list writers)
9. being green. (although most Christmas trees are sustainably farmed and go back to the earth as slightly acidic town compost)
7. expense. (although we know where to find the $10 cheapies)
6. our decorations are under a significant pile of books and plants.
4. it’s a fire hazard when you leave the tree up until Easter.
3. the dog might mistake it for “outside”.
2. Where would we put it? There’s a chair there… (Do you all know about my thing for chairs yet? Another post perhaps.)
Given how the kittens have taken to certain houseplants like the aspidistra and the cyperus (subject of a future post), Z and I didn’t think we’d cope especially well with a fallen tree in our already crowded living room. It’s not that we don’t like giving Audrey and Pigeon things to play with – we definitely do and I’m more than willing to sacrifice any non-toxic plant. But a Christmas tree loaded with ancestral ornaments seemed like too extravagant a gift for our first year together. So the kittens are sleeping on tissue paper, chewing on ribbon and we’re wondering was that Christmas just then and we missed it? Thank goodness there are 12 days – there’s still time to send out cards (I probably won’t though) and get totally into it. Merry Merry, everyone!