Yet again, I know. ‘Tis the season to be busy. Or to be away from the computer because you cut your thumb while trying to cook. Perhaps I should have named this one “tourniquet”. Incidentally, that was the word that got me cut from the 8th grade NJ state spelling bee. I would have been onto finals had I got that one right.
Tree/Tannenbaum (Andre)
This would have been the true topic of this post. I admit, that though it sometimes seems barbaric, I actually enjoy having a real Xmas tree in my house. My mother used to always get one (though I think our earliest was actually plastic) and it just makes the holiday seem somehow more real. And that smell…
This year N and I got a real tree, our first together, and it’s now sitting in a corner of our living room, brightly lit and decorated. Its name is Andre. This is what Andre looks like
Tinsel was the other topic I would have potentially written about. We tend to be a tinsel-free household, mostly because we have three cats and, well, cats and tinsel are often a bad combination. Wikipedia tells me that tinsel was invented in Nuremberg in 1610 and that it was originally made of real silver. Silver was eventually replaced because it tarnished too easily.
Taste every fruit of every tree in the garden at least once. It is an insult to creation not to experience it fully. Temperance is wickedness. – Stephen Fry
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. – William Blake
Tinsel is a huge ongoing joke with my family. My Dad likes it and my Mom hates it. Every year my Dad asks my sister and I whether we prefer a tree with or without-right in front of my Mom. There is no way to win. He insists that we have it and then critiques us without mercy on our application. If you put a clump of strands on there, you’re ruining it, lazy and a disgrace to your family. Then he tells us the story of when he was a boy, during the war (Germany WWII) and how they had to reuse the tinsel and it was his job to very carefully collect each strand so they could use it again. Bob and I skipped it for our tree but I’m sure when I arrive in California on Friday, the tinsel talk will begin.