Saturday, December 19, 2009
We put up the tree today. Well, I did; the children stood poised with ornaments, ready to lunge as soon as it stopped moving.
This year's tree is a Douglas fir, about 7 feet, a perfect tree-lot tetrahedron. I miss the misshapen wild-cut balsam firs of childhood. There were always gaps, dangerous places for action figures to battle on Christmas morning.
The tree cookie will join the others in the garage. Months from now, as I pull a box from a shelf, it will fall to the ground and roll under the car. Some time after that, after she has driven into the garage, my wife will ask me why there is a cross-section of a small tree in the middle of the floor.