I had this brilliant idea that since the living room has a 23 foot ceiling that a 12 foot Christmas tree was just what we needed. So last February, after signing the papers to start the new house, we went out and bought a 12 foot Christmas tree. I didn't realize----
WHAT was I THINKING??? After much juggling and maneuvering we got the thing up, however all the limbs had to be opened one at a time. So as I am doing that, I see me life flash before my eyes as the giant tree starts to fall. Being on the top of the ladder, I was not in the most stable place to be tree wrangling. As I got a hold of it, I realized the ladder is going too.
Fortunately Jim heard the scream and rescued me. But that wasn't the end. After getting it upright again I decided that now was the time to put on the garland--so with Jim in bed I start to wind the tulle around the tree in little swags----and---TIMBER!! So much for Jim being asleep. He decided that we needed to put wires from the balcony of the upstairs to hold it. Me once again on the ladder, holding the tree, we get it wired, go down to look at it and it strangely resembles something leaning in Pisa.
Today we finally got it wired with the tree straight up. I had spent the afternoon at the dentist and as I sit looking at this behemoth, realize that there is no reason whatsoever for us to have a tree of any kind. We have no one who visits us during the holidays. BUT after this much trouble, I guess we will try to enjoy it. We have lots of wonderful memories of Christmas' past to remember.
Thank goodness our two cats who always had to climb the Christmas tree now reside in kitty heaven or we would really be in trouble.
