Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, How Lovely Out Of Reach Are Your Branches
Last weekend Chris and I donned our gay apparel and bought and decorated our first marital Christmas tree. It’s a wee Doug Fir (named Dominic), and we chose him because he was the biggest of the littlest of the bunch, and because five-feet tall sits conveniently on our corner-located console table, thereby preventing an even shorter Iggy from eating it and turning our fa-la-la-la-las to pa-rum-pum-pum-pums of shatttered Christmas spirit.
Contrary to last year’s Christmas tree, and those from far too many years before it to admit without embarrassment, Dominic the Doug Fir is REAL, and thus smells lovely and fir-ry, and I think he is even laden with (REAL!) bugs, which only serves to add to his outdoor authenticity.
Or so I keep telling myself when we continue to find creepy crawly friends in places where no creepy crawly friends were existing before we joyfully added Dominic to our holiday family.
Despite his arguably flawed authenticity, Dominic the Doug Fir is perfect, and I happen to enjoy his twinkling branches immensely. This weekend I thought for a few minutes about griping re: the rain being dumped from Somewhere Up On High* in unending quantities, but then I realized that the fact that both Saturday and Sunday were colored in dark shades of grey allowed me to bask in the faint glow of Dominic for exorbitant amounts of time this weekend, time normally reserved, for, how shall we say? SUNLIGHT.
So, Somewhere Up On High, no hard feelings, until next weekend anyway:
*Lest anyone worry, I want to assure you that I am indeed old and liberal enough to know that rain isn’t really “God crying,” so it’s not really coming from “Somewhere Up On High,” in the spiritual sense anyway. I’m old and liberal enough to know that it’s really coming from Glenda, The Good Witch of the North, who’s just about had enough of The Wicked Witch of the West raiding her closet and borrowing her best pair of pink pumps, and well, payback’s a torrential downpour, now isn’t it?
he’s pretty :) i could never imagine having an artificial tree. i LOVE the smell of the real ones. we also always have a few real candles in addition to the lights on the tree which makes it even more festive ;) happy holidays, babe *smoochie*
I am the owner of (two) fake trees. Less mess and no bugs :)
We may go real when the kids are older, but I keep having babies who like to put everything in their mouths, pine needles included :)
I like Dominic though. And that fact that you named your tree.
Lovely little christmas tree. i am glad i am not the only one that names my trees. this years is smokey robinson!
Aww, it’s so lovely! I was so excited for our first “marital” tree last Christmas, but I forgot to take pictures of it!
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Thanks! I love our first marital tree, and I love that I can totally call it that, for the first year anyway, and no one will tease (too much). Ah, the perks of being newly wed.
Your tree is beautiful! I love the smell of a fresh Christmas tree, but this year I’ll be creating the faux fir smell with candles.
I think your last sentence is just about my favorite thing I’ve read in weeks. Or ever.
Oh! Beautiful tree. Alas, I have never had or even been around a real live Christmas tree! When I was younger, it was because I was too allergic to everything to even attempt it, and now well, the FIL is horribly allergic for a known fact, so STILL no real tree!
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Ug. Allergies are the worst. Chris is allergic to Most Things, In The Air. We have no idea what really, or why, and it isn’t always, but when it flares, boy howdy! does he need a Kleenex, or twelve.
how absolutely beautiful :) i sooooo need to go and get our tree ~ we are sloooowwww this year :) i always get a real tree and enjoy the beautiful smell and tippy tap of pine needles when i forget to water …
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The watering! Oy! I didn’t realize how MUCH water they drank. I mean, ours is only five feet tall! And I fill it EVERY DAY. And thensome. With the puppy and Dominic I sort of feel like I’m babysitting, but I don’t get to say goodbye to the responsibility at the end of the evening. Which doesn’t make it “babysitting” so much as “life, hello!”
I’m just getting around to a few of your posts and can I just say, I am so happy November is over so my Google Reader will start speaking to me again.
Also, I love Dominic and that you named him Dominic. This absolutely makes me like you even more than before as I name everything in my life.
Although I’d have a stern talking with Dominic about the bugs.
It’s a beautiful tree!
Beautiful tree!
I love the ball with the flowers.
and .. EW. Creepy crawlies? At first you just about convinced me to ditch my glorious, bug-free, 7 foot tall, fake tree…. but I don’t think I could handle the bugs. I’ll take the lead poisoning instead! ha.
Ummm, I don’t quite know how to tell you this… but, umm, I don’t think Dominic isn’t a Douglas Fir. I think he’s a Nobel.
Yeah.
Check it out: http://www.urbanext.uiuc.edu/trees/treetypes.html
Still, he’s very pretty.
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Really! Wha? They totally labeled it a fir! Shows you how tree savvy they are. And, ahem, I am. Well in that case his name should probably be Norm, although “Dominic” was growing on me.