Nearly twenty years ago, I was newly married and I couldn’t wait to decorate our first Christmas tree. I channeled my inner Martha Stewart, and I decorated the tree with 3” organza ribbons and coordinating Christmas balls, with antique finish. To say that I was “pleased as punch” with myself is an understatement. I can remember visiting my childhood home that December, and being disgusted by the eclectic collection of half-falling-apart handmade ornaments, and the random assortment of store-bought decorations on the tree. In my young mind, the tree had no symmetry or holiday panache. I mean, who puts 30 year old dried macaroni on a tree? I begged my mother to let me give the tree a much needed makeover, but she wouldn’t have it. I remember thinking she was provincial, and weirdly stubborn for not allowing me to do the upgrade.
Now, here I am20 years later, looking at MY family’s Christmas tree, and realizing that it bears a striking resemblance to the tree I wanted to tear down from all those years’ ago. Star Wars characters appear next to baseball helmets, princesses, and handmade Lego ornaments. There is “chicken-scratch” handwriting all over, and popsicle sticks and cotton balls are in full abundance. I think I’m starting to fully appreciate what Simba and his lion friends are talking about.🌲#circleoflife #sorrymom