Some things make us happy. I’m talking about things. Collections are born this way. I was collecting ceramic chickens there for a while. I didn’t mean to. I bought a single two inch colorful rooster that made me happy.
I put it on my dining room hutch. I might have mentioned to a few select people that I bought it just because it “made me happy.”
Yeah. Should have kept that to myself. Next thing I know……I’m the chicken lady.
Same thing happened with snowmen. Now, it’s cardinals. I’m fine with all of this at this point in my life. But, I can feel the de-cluttering stage creeping up on me.
Someday I’m going to have one heck of a garage sale.
My Christmas tree makes me happy. I’m not talking nostalgic. I don’t handle every ornament and remember when I bought it. I don’t remember who gave me what. I like the glow in the corner when it’s dark and gray. I guess a red and green lamp might do the same thing for me.
I don’t know exactly how the “holiday” tree started. I believe I left the Christmas tree up so long one long dreary winter…….I threatened to turn it into a Valentine’s Tree.
My husband goaded me into doing it.
This coincided with a “girls day out” trip to the Christmas Tree Store……….or as I like to call it…………..The Crap We Don’t Need Store.
And, the Valentine’s Tree was born. For some obscure reason it made my husband very happy.
February 15th arrived and I ignored the Valentine’s Day Tree. I ignored it for a good few weeks. I wasn’t in the mood to drag the tree pieces down to the corner of the basement where they live during the warmer months of the year.
My husband started to tease me. “When’s the last time you dusted that tree?” he asked.
I glared at him.
“I’ll give it a good shake before I turn it into an Easter Tree.” I answered hoping to tick him off.
“Oh, Goody! An Easter Tree! This is going to be the best one yet.” he said in a smarty pants fashion.
I narrowed my eyes at him from across the dining room table.
“You’re on, Mr. Smartie!” I said as I drained my glass of chardonnay.
The Christmas Tree Store beckoned once again. Lots of Easter Trees out there among the weird and the quirky………….or the happy….. I thought. I can’t be the only one filling my cart up with this crap. Why else would they sell it? Did they see me coming? It can’t be just me.
I posted a photo of my Easter Tree on Facebook that first year. Oh, I got lots of comments. “Beautiful!” “Can the baby come over and get a photo under your tree?” “Do you dress up like the Easter Bunny, too :)” “God, you are so weird. That’s why I love you.” “Crazy!” “You’re such a nut.”
Comments in good fun I suppose. A few of them irked me.
What’s so weird about a six foot tree covered in eggs and bunnies and chicks?
Ungrateful brats. No photos for you next year.
The next year they were begging for photos.
My grown up son invites friends over to watch UFC once a month. They watch men beating each other into unconsciousness by the glow of my holiday tree.
I think this embarrasses him. He may even warn them.
“Hey…….so the pre fights start at 8 p.m. My Dad’s cooking. Come at six if you want osso bucco. Yeah, um……..just so you know………..my mother is a bit of a freak when it comes to decorating for holidays. There will be a six foot Easter Tree in the corner. Just so you know…………..if you like it you can tell her. If you don’t like it…………..man………..don’t say a word. Okay? She’s the one that pays the cable bill……………” I imagine his warning.
My husband and son are away most of this weekend playing card tournaments. My husband always imagines that I sit in a corner and weep a little when he’s away so much. After almost forty years………….he still thinks I sit and wail “Why? Why? Why? am I alone for ten hours? Whatever will I do? Sob. Sob. Sob.” when I have the house to myself.
He gave me his weekend schedule and worried about my loneliness. I assured him that I had outings planned with friends. One outing was a trip out to lunch and the Christmas Tree Store.
I imagined out loud that I would probably suck up some cat hair. Do some laundry. Watch some Netflix. Oh, and un-decorate that Easter Tree and drag it to the basement.
“Oh, no. No more tree lit in the corner. The cat is going to miss her tree ……………I’m going to miss the tree.” he said.
I narrowed my eyes and gave him a deep look.
Was he pulling my leg? No, he didn’t seem to be.
“Hey! You’re going to the Christmas Tree Store! Leave the tree up. If they have red white and blue lights………….buy them. And little flags! And stars! They must sell this kind of stuff for the Forth of July. Right?” he said hopefully.
Again, I narrowed my eyes at him. I’m the quirky one in this house. I was very surprised that the “Holiday Tree” seriously makes him happy.
“I’ll see what I can do………………..” I said. Of course, The Crap You Don’t Need store had an end stand with everything he mentioned above. I paused before putting all this stuff into my cart. Was he serious? Would this really make him happy?
I decided it would.
I came home and threw three bags of red white and blue decorations onto a recliner in the living room. The cat investigated.
My son came into the room to watch his baby cat be so cute diving into the bags. He noticed that everything was red white and blue.
“Are you planning a Fourth of July party this year? Memorial Day? Labor Day?” he asked.
What I was thinking was “Wow! One tree! Three holidays! These decorations really were a bargain. And, I just love a bargain!” as the store’s motto goes.
“No, Daddy requested a red white and blue tree.” I stated as I pulled the cat out of a bag before she suffocated.
“You’re not taking that tree down this weekend?” he muttered in a tiny little voice.
I can imagine his invitation for the May UFC fights.
“So, six pm. Dad is making chicken parm. Just bring beer. Prelims are at 8 pm. And, just so you know that tree is still in the corner. Now it’s covered in stars and flags. The poor angel is holding a flag. Hey, they’re getting old you know. Old people get weird. Strange things make them happy.” he might say.
“Let’s keep in mind who pays the cable bill.”
I also imagine his friend’s responses.
“Hey, Dude! Your Dad cooks! Your Mom makes the best popcorn! They pay sixty bucks so we can watch the fights? I’m thinking the Halloween tree is going to be spectacular! And, Thanksgiving! Pilgrims! Turkeys! Man! I can’t wait for the Thanksgiving Tree!”
“Your tree is growing on me. That tree kind of makes me happy.” says his friend