So, today, we put up our Christmas tree. Yesterday, we went and bought it. Spent some time wandering around the lot, stood up lots of trees, critiqued them... Picked a noble fir, like I like.
Today, we brought it in, put it in the stand, lights, decorations... And it's such a GOOFY tree! Total Charlie Brown tree. Bad enough that it's kind of...bent, and lopsided, and awkward all around, but there are more ornaments on one side than another, and big gaps in spots where there are no ornaments at all. And due to Tony being in a definite 2 year old stage, it's got only unbreakable ornaments that won't break my heart to lose on it, lol. (Good thing, too, since he's already shredded one).
And the truth is...I love it. I look at that tree and it's beautiful to me. I can see a time in the future when I will have a pretty tree, with my fragile ornaments...and I don't long for that day at all. That will mean i have no children at home, or at least no little ones, and though I'm sure I will enjoy that season when I get there, I don't look for it now. I love my children so much, love this time, and it's rushing by so fast.
So I will snuggle on the couch, and look at my ugly Christmas tree, and savor every second of this season, even with the shredded ornaments. And when Megan rolls her eyes about our tree...I'll remember all the ugly trees SHE helped put up, and probably embarrass her by getting misty eyed. Christmas past, Christmas present, Christmas future....all beautiful.
