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Ah, decisions, decisions......
What do i really want to right about tonight?
I could write about how, once again, my parents were
fighting as soon as i walked in the door tonight.
I could right about the fact that i paged Stephi tonight
and she never called back. I haven't seen her in a couple
of days now, and i have to admit-i really REALLY do not
like the fact that she is still talking to her ex. What
this talking may lead into, well, i think i have whined
about that enough already.
It is getting close to that time of year, so i suppose i
will right about a Christmas Tree. Yep, you heard me-a
Even though it is a time of joy and happiness, reunions and
gatherings, givings and recievings, i think that Christmas
is one of the saddest times of the year. A prime example of
this is a Christmas Tree.
Each year a Christmas Tree is carefully selected. When you
go to the lot there are tons of them, yet you move up and
down each of the aisles looking for that one that stands
out from the rest. What makes it different? Nothing, they
are all practically the same. But there is just that "one"
that is better than all the rest.
With a glittering in your eye, you race back to the lot
keeper and exclaim, "That one! I want that one!", pointing
to the one that you have chosen. He walks with you and gets
the tree, secures it to the top of your car making sure
that it won't fall off, and sending you on your way. Just
you and your tree.
You race home and cut the ropes that hold the tree down. As
soon as the ties break, the branches shoot forth,
expanding. Once it is off the car it sort of stands there,
with you holding it up admiring the entire thing. Your
breath is stolen from your chest as you gaze at it in the
moonlight, wondering if there was ever a more wonderous
Although it is big and awkward you lift the tree and carry
it into your house. You know that needles are going to get
everywhere now-all over the floor, on the furniture as you
pass, in your clothes, etc. But it doesn't matter. You've
got your tree and that is all you need. After the stand and
water are prepared you slide the tree into the stand,
amazed at how perfectly it seems to fit. A little adjusting
here and there, not too much, and everything is perfect.
Christmas is only two weeks away! Time to decorate! Box
after box is dragged out of the attic and set gently down.
Each ornament is pulled out and looked over; only the best
for your tree. Soon lights float across the arms of the
majestic pine, bells ring from the ends of the branches,
and the angel on top seems to cast a comforting, radiant
glow from her perch. Now you know that this is truly the
most beautiful Christmas Tree ever.
You run to get your camera. Something this good shouldn't
be forgotten! You move around the Christmas Tree to get to
every angle and make certain that every branch is
photographed. Every night afterward the Christmas Tree
lights are turned on and the light from it illuminates the
walkway outside, almost like a silent sentinal.
Christmas day comes, and Christmas day goes. Parents,
grandmothers and children gather around the tree to open
gifts and watch each others faces light up when they see
what the others got for them. New toys, new clothes, new
books, movies, CDs, games, and other knick-knacks are
strewn all about the room, and the Tree sits by gracefully.
No one notices it-well, mother does, and checks to make
sure there is enough water in the stand. When this is done,
she loads a bundle of her gifts under her arm and runs off
to join everyone else.
A few days later, the Tree still stands, and still lights
up the walkway, as if its presence will make the holiday
stick around for a little bit longer. Some of the ornaments
have fallen down, and the branches start to droop. A few
light bulbs have burned out and it is not as bright in the
room anymore when only the Tree is set to light. There is
only one half of the water left in the stand; you never let
it get down below three-fourths before.
Days go by and the water level decreases. The needles have
started to turn brown and fall to the floor now. You go to
the tree one day to remove all of the ornaments. As each
one is tugged off of the branch it seems like the tree
doesn't want to let it go. It must let go, however, and
does so willingly.
After all of the wrapping paper has been cleaned up, and
the last of the snow has fallen, and the last relatives
have gone home, Christmas is over. You unscrew the bolts
that hold the tree to the stand carefully, knowing you will
need it again next year and not wanting to damage it. The
tree falls to the side when the screws come loose, and
loses some more brown needles when it falls against the
wall. You pick the tree up by the center not wanting to get
anymore needles all over the floor, the furniture as you
pass, in your clothes, etc., and haul it out the front
door. With each heavy step more and more needles fall from
the once lush branches, and when you reach the bottom of
the hill there are barely enough to tell that it was once a
Christmas Tree. It is then thrown to the side of the road
for the garbage men to come and get. It lies there, with no
more needles and no more lights, no more bells and no angel
on top. Not even a month ago it was all you lived for. But
now it served its purpose, and is to be thrown out and
To anyone who doesn't get this-If you don't understand it
the first time, then don't try. You'll just get a headache