Of course , it is a work in progress. The ornaments move around, in clumps mostly. I hung the fragile ones up high, but after that it’s a free for all. And honestly, there are only a few of the hand-blown Austrian glass icicles left. The big kids ( that would be my kids, now the parents of these little kids) remembered them– and how there was once a dozen, back before the tree crashed that one year, and a lot of the fancy ornaments smashed. Which is also why the top of our tree is now wired to a screw in the ceiling.
(I chose not to re-do the crooked lights. They are fine.)
I had Tinsel and Tidings play practice this evening from 4-5, just when everyone decided it was time to trim the tree. (The show is Sunday at 2 at the Chilkat Center.) Wouldn’t you know that the one hour out of twenty-four that I had an obligation, a really big thing was happening? Except, that I’ve never made a production about decorating the tree. I always put the big box marked “Christmas Tree” on the floor, and we just go from there. And that’s what happened tonight. By the time I returned half of the ornaments were bunched around the bottom, due to the height of the tree trimmers, but I assured Ella from Australia (who has yet to taste egg-nog, maybe tomorrow?) that the tree may be decorated and re-decorated for weeks. I am not particular. Then she asked about that little red wagon– “My mom gave it to me. It doesn’t hang, so I just set it on a branch,” I said. I like to tuck Mary and baby Jesus in nearby too. As long as they are there , and that wagon is, I consider the Christmas tree complete.
