Sunday, December 05, 2004
O TANNENBAUM
I just got back from helping the Warrior Monk pick out a Christmas tree. Well actually, we got back about two and a half hours ago and no, the tree isn't fully decorated yet. It took about two and a half hours for the WM to bring the tree into the house, sweep up the fallen needles, and fret that we chose a dead or soon-to-be dead specimen.
At least half an hour was spent trying to get the tree in its stand and in a generally upright position. Suffice it to say that my idea of upright is not the Warrior Monk's idea of upright. Sawing ensued.
Then about fifteen minutes passed with Mr. WM sitting in chair bemoaning the inadequate green-ness of this tilted, needle-dropping aged specimen of a tree we stupidly chose. I suggested a drink. What a good idea!
Fifteen more minutes gone, but at least a better mood prevailed.
The three year old, the seven year old and one of her friends festooned the bottom half of tree with ornaments. The three year old has dropped four ornaments so far; luckily nothing has broken.
We adults called it a night. We'll move the ornaments higher some other day. Or not.
At least half an hour was spent trying to get the tree in its stand and in a generally upright position. Suffice it to say that my idea of upright is not the Warrior Monk's idea of upright. Sawing ensued.
Then about fifteen minutes passed with Mr. WM sitting in chair bemoaning the inadequate green-ness of this tilted, needle-dropping aged specimen of a tree we stupidly chose. I suggested a drink. What a good idea!
Fifteen more minutes gone, but at least a better mood prevailed.
The three year old, the seven year old and one of her friends festooned the bottom half of tree with ornaments. The three year old has dropped four ornaments so far; luckily nothing has broken.
We adults called it a night. We'll move the ornaments higher some other day. Or not.
