I love seeing the inside of homes, especially once I get to know a person. I think a home is reflective of who the person is. Are they messy? Neat? Layered? Readers? Entertainers? There is so much you can tell in just a quick walk-through....I guess it really appeals to the nosy side of me. I love my little home, and per my own assessment, I would have to think it says this about me: Colorful! Whimsical! Bright! Modest! and Hyper-organized!
As I was trimming the tree today (as in decorating it, not anything involving a power saw), it occurred to me that one's Christmas tree may also reflect the individual to whom it belongs. There are people who go all out, year after year - new decorations, new theme, new levels of extravagance. There are people who have more than one tree - a tree for every room, even! And then there are people like me, who delight in having the same old tree, year after year. I like tradition to include a little of the expected and the ordinary.
So as I reflected on this today, I realized that this is what my Christmas tree says about me:
I like convenience. My friends and family tease me because I love all things convenient. And really, if you have the option, why would you not? I pay someone to mow my lawn - a life-changing decision I made three years ago. I have my Chinese food delivered to me rather than going out in the elements to get it myself. So a few years ago, in line with my adoration of convenience, I decided enough with this "real tree" nonsense. It doesn't suit me. It's hard to find a good tree, and even a "good tree" can be a "bad tree" once you get it home. It's too tempting for the cats to use as a scratching post and knock it over (which of course has really happened). Real trees drop needles everywhere that are still sticking around by the 4th of July. I broke down after a few years of resistance and got an artificial tree. Three easy clicks and a flip of the switch and voila! Convenient holiday cheer. I love it! There is no turning back.
I am a sentimental fool. Putting up the tree is a walk down memory lane. I have ornaments from my childhood. I have ornaments that friends gave me. But some of my favorite ornaments of all are the ones my mother and grandmother made for me. I have a set of ceramic holiday mice that are in all kinds of silly holiday situations interspersed throughout my tree. They warm my heart and remind me of my humble roots. This one sleeping in the matchbox is my all-time favorite.
So all of that being said, Christmas is a time to reflect on all that matters. The life I've built for myself is full. It has love and laughter and meaning. It's funny how something as simple as an ordinary tree can depict all that, and yet somehow it does. So from my house to yours...enjoy this wonderful holiday season. Here is my tree in all its glory: