• Another 100 Days of Good Karma: Day 149 (Steve the Christmas Tree)

    This is how Tilley looked at Steve.

    This is how Tilley looked at Steve.

    Sunday, December 7, 2014

    Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today:  3.00 miles;  Running Total: 70.68 miles)

    Day 149 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.

    We went Christmas tree shopping.

    Justin and I have had an artificial tree for years, but they don’t last forever.  We knew last Christmas that our tree was on it’s way out when only half of it lit up and, despite our best efforts, it insisted on listing drunkenly to the left.

    This year we decided to get a real tree.  I love the way the smell of a real pine tree fills the house.

    This is the first real Christmas tree I’ve had since I was a kid.  When I was growing up we used to climb a mountain and tramp through the snow to cut down our own Christmas tree.  After the tree cutting was done, we’d ride sleds for the rest of the day.

    This was a little different.

    For one, we were at a Garden Center instead of on the side of a mountain.

    Two, there was no snow.

    Justin asked me, “Have you ever picked out a Christmas tree in shorts and flip flops?”

    “Nope.  That’s a first.”

    The kids ran through the rows of trees trying to find a favorite.  Justin and I were just looking for one that would fit in my car.  We finally settled on one that looked like it would make everyone happy.

    Hannah, my lover of every living thing, said, “I feel bad for the trees.  They have to get cut down.”

    In an effort to make the tree feel better about being cut down she wanted to give it a name.

    “What do you want to call him?”  I automatically assumed a male persona for the tree, though I couldn’t tell you why.  The tree just looked like a ‘him’ to me.

    She pondered the question for a moment.  “How about… Steve?”

    I looked the tree up and down.  “Steve the Christmas Tree?”

    “Yeah,” she said, nodding enthusiastically.

    “All right.  Let’s take Steve home.”

    We loaded Steve up into the car.  He fit even if he did spill over a bit into the kids seats.

    Connor stroked the branches.  “Look, I can pet the tree!”

    “Steve,” Hannah corrected.

    “Look, I can pet Steve!”

    We took Steve home, dressed him up and gave him an honored place in our front window.

    Today’s silver lining:  I love decorating for Christmas with the kids.

    Even if Steve had to be cut down for it.

    What’s your silver lining today?  I love comments!

    Don’t want to leave a comment, but have something you want to share?  Send me an email at gettingthewordswrong(at)gmail(dot)com.

    xoxo,
    Meghan

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5 Responsesso far.

  1. Epbj says:

    I love the idea of naming your Christmas tree! Although, I’m afraid of what name Mike might give it, after all we do have a female bird named Ricky Bobby. (Sigh)

  2. pwsquare says:

    How adorable! This is a magical time for them.

  3. Leslee says:

    That’s our Hannah!!! What!! No picture of Steve the Christmas tree!!! 🙁

  4. Kristel says:

    Hi there
    Sorry I haven’t written in a few weeks. Thanksgiving was a little crazy with going places and having people visit. I got a respiratory virus. I hope you don’t catch that with your lowered immune system. That was a real bugger. So the good news is that the flu vaccine is 50% effective this year. Ummm so that’s also the bad news. (get it? 50%? haha – so not laughing)

    I meant to mention that many years ago we got Justin’s rolls recipe out of him (he might have been drunk) and it’s become a staple in our Thanksgiving. Tell him Thank You from us.

    I love the “I’m gonna eat the tree” dog cartoon you put on todays blog page. We put up our tree Saturday and it has had a 24 hour “cat guard” every since. The cats camp out under it as if it’s their sacred duty. hehe.

    Stay warm and keep out of trouble. 😉
    Kristel

  5. Tina Smith says:

    Now we totally need pictures of the arches and Steve.

    Which is probably the best name for a Christmas tree ever.

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