I don't know if I've mentioned this, but I have some issues around Christmas. They aren't bad, I just like things to be just so. Those of you who have read Mooseltoe by Margie Palatini and
Henry Cole, may be able to understand how I am. I don't know why. I mostly enjoy it, but sometimes I make myself (and my family) a little crazy.
I have a picture of the perfect Christmas tree in my mind's eye. It used to be the perfect balsam, with perfect branches and a perfectly straight trunk. Now it's the tree that my whole family picks out and falls in love with. Starting next year, it will come from our back yard and it will be a spruce or fir. A little scraggly for me, but if they all love it, I will too.
This year's tree was delivered by a friend with lots of love. It's a balsam, so it fits my profile. ;)
The thing is, it fell down yesterday and now we have trust issues. I look at it everytime I walk by and I think it waves to me, daring me to make the slightest breeze so it has an excuse to take a spill. It has been vertical for a full 24 hours, so I'm starting to believe that it's going to behave. I'll let you know.