Linus & Lucy
Listening to the soundtrack from A Charlie Brown Christmas with a fat and happy baby asleep on my lap. I love that movie. The unintelligible adults, the thoughtful kids, the sad and festive little tree. We don’t have a tree up yet, but a plan is in the works. Daddy is deep in the closet looking for decorations. I could be helping but would rather keep the bug warm and cozy.
I wasn’t really sure if we would get a tree. Baby’s First Christmas and all that, but I was not raised with religion only celebrate it as a Santa-and-presents type holiday, and this year with the economy spiraling into oblivion it seems like a good time to rethink our culture of consumption. We are not exchanging presents with each other, and haven’t really talked about whether we are going to wrap up anything for the baby. I’m sure his grandparents will send some things to open, and we will take lots of pictures and he will play with the wrapping paper and boxes.
But I do like bringing a fir tree indoors in the winter. I love the smell, the kitteh playing with ornaments, the way the lights look all sparkly when you squint. I think a real tree is worth the trouble, refilling the water, vacuuming the needles, the questionable environmental impact. In January I will trim off the boughs and use them as mulch in the garden, but right now I want to go over to Holton and get a tree. And if we need to stop for eggnog on the way home, so be it.
