Christmas came and went – but my Christmas tree came and is still here. Why is it that I procrastinate about the inevitable every year? I know that sooner or later I have to do the deed and take the tree down. Why do I dread it so much?
It was so much fun to put the tree up and decorate it. It is the exact same thing – only in reverse, isn’t it? Somehow with the Christmas spirit gone and the after-holiday “blahs” setting in, it becomes just one more overwhelming chore.
I dread going into my living room and seeing it standing there glaring at me. If I turn its lights off, maybe it will be less conspicuous. But something as big as a Christmas tree is difficult not to notice.
Perhaps I can simply ignore it and pretend it isn’t there. If someone asks why I still have a Christmas tree in April, I can say, “Tree? What tree? I don’t see a tree!” Like the fabled emperor with no clothes, if I pretend not to see the obvious, perhaps everyone else will too.
Or, maybe I could act as if it is an oversized potted plant, a new decorator accent for my home. Of course the ornaments and lopsided angel on top would have to come off if I stand a prayer of passing it off as a houseplant. If I have to go to the trouble to remove the decorations, I might as well just get rid of the whole thing and have it done with.
At times like this, I wonder why I didn’t get a real tree instead of an artificial one. Then I could send it to the chipper with no worries about trying to stuff those scratchy branches back in a box. I swear the thing grows! I know it is artificial, but it was in a box to start with. Why is it that once used, a tree will never fit back in the box again? Do you suppose a chipper can grind up wire branches?
Maybe I could cover it with plastic and save it until next Christmas. It would make a great conversation piece. Just think of all the work I could save. It is sort of silly when you consider it, putting trees up and taking them down year after year. Every year I say I’m not going to put up a tree. Then the Christmas spirit hits me and before I know it, I’m in the attic dragging down boxes.
Well, I still don’t have a solution and the demon tree is in there waiting for me. Okay, okay! I will take it down — later. I would do it right now, but I’m really too tired; I don’t remember what I did with the box it came in; I really need someone to help me; it isn’t on my list of things to do today; I’m too busy; my back hurts; I don’t have the energy; I have other things that I need to do first; I’ve just remembered an appointment I need to keep; I haven’t even checked my email today. Why take it down and spoil the lingering holiday mood?
Tree? What tree? I don’t see a tree!