It's a Grown-Up Christmas, Charlie Brown

I got my Christmas tree today at the tree lot around the corner from my house — it was so close I walked there and carried the tree back to my place.  I had wanted to get a short one, anywhere from two to four feet tall, I was thinking.  The guy had some pretty, short Noble Firs, but they were all between 30 and 40 dollars — a little more than I wanted to pay.  I was all, “So, do you have anything, uh, cheaper?” throwing tact to the wind.  I told him I didn’t really have more than 20 or 30 dollars to spend.

This guy was so nice, he showed me a whole section of really tall Charlie-Brown-looking trees.  You know the kind that are really sparse looking, with only a few branches sticking out, very modern and sculptural?  I had been admiring them before, but since most of them were about ten feet tall, I knew they were out of my league, both size-ise and price-wise. (The basic pricing scheme is 10 dollars a foot.)  So, the tree guy offered to cut one of the Charlie Brown trees to any size I wanted, and then he made sure it would fit my stand, and he only charged me 20 dollars!  Also, I am duty-bound to remark that he was young and cute and rugged with his leather gloves and chainsaw.

I carried the tree home, and the branches were poking me in the head the whole way, creating a huge messy tangle of hair and sticky fir needles.   I’m sure I must have looked  pretty nuts walking down the street like that,  carrying a  seven- or eight-foot tree (that was after Cute Tree Guy sawed four feet off the bottom for me), hair all insane, wearing bright yellow dish gloves.  My neighbors helped me carry the tree upstairs, where I found out it was about a foot too tall for my ceiling.  Luckily, I have a tiny saw on my Swiss Army knife, which is still supersharp, as it is the only part of the knife I never use.  Soon enough, the tree was up in its stand, straightened, and ready for decorating.

A few friends came over and helped me with the ornaments and lights (and kindly allowed the dog to jump on them repeatedly), and there were cookies and egg nog and music, and now there is officially Grown-Up Christmas in my house for the first time ever.  Take that, canned asparagus industry!

My apartment is so small, and the tree is so tall, that I couldn’t get far enough away to get the whole thing in the frame!  Also, it’s really hard to hide the light wires on this kind of tree, but I think it looks cool anyway.

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