Thursday, February 8, 2018
The Christmas tree quandary
I keep promising myself I will take it down but then I do not.
Part of the problem is, it is still snowy outside. When it goes up into the 40s or something, then you can think spring, and that is the time to take down the tree. When you get into Lent, Lent means spring, and that is the time to take down the tree.
Last week I went past some of the better houses, on Nottingham and streets like that, and some of them still had trees lit up outside. So I am not alone.
Still I feel a little funny plugging in the tree. I know it is time to take it down. We have passed Septuagesima Sunday and Sexagesima -- hee hee -- Sunday. Candlemas is past.
What is wrong with me?
It is not even a real tree. It does not have to go out on the curb or die a terrible death like the tree in Hans Christian Andersen's "The Fir Tree."
It simply goes into its box and is put away, in preparation for coming out in again in what, a few months?
Why can't I take down my tree?
Hahaha... I am laughing over all my old Christmas tree stories.
There was one year I went without. Unbelievable but true.
There was another year when it was the Fourth Sunday of Advent and I did not have a tree and rushed out to get one and wound up in Christmas tree stand emergency mode.
There was the year I put the tree up on Christmas Eve. I could not get to it before then!
Oh, look! There was one year I did not take the tree down till Ash Wednesday. And Ash Wednesday that year was March 9!!
That is what I will do this year. I will take the tree down on Ash Wednesday.
I must be strong!