“Gee, do they still make wooden Christmas trees?”

Last night it started raining and it has yet to stop. I find rain a bit dismal this time of year as I always think of Christmas as snow time. Maybe it’s the carols that have me hoping for an inch or two or Santa’s sleigh or how pretty the snow looks. I remember looking out the window and seeing snow falling and yelling in excitement for everyone to come and see.

Today I’m bringing you the story of my Christmas tree. I bought it yesterday, and it is beautiful, shorter than usual but just as full. I went to Hart Farm, and that wasn’t easy. You can no longer get there from here. The bridge right before Hart’s is closed for repair so that means going all the way around on Route 28, my least favorite road, but Gracie and I made the trek anyway. Walking among the Christmas trees made it all worthwhile. The smell was wonderful, and I found 2 trees, either of which could grace my living room. The man who works there is a former student, and I asked which of the trees he’d choose. One, he said, would shed its needles quickly but the other would keep them. It was an easy choice; of course, the price was hefty on the second one, but I bought it anyway, and I also bought a centerpiece of boxwood. The tree was put in my trunk and all the way home I had to hear the beep, beep, beep, the incessant beep of my car telling me the trunk was open. Did you notice it was all the way home, the long way.

I got home and tried to get the tree out of the trunk. It was stuck, but I yanked and pulled and got it out, leaned it against the car then decided to attach the new tree stand before bringing the tree inside the house. I bought the new tree stand anticipating a smaller tree. The stand fit but wouldn’t go up the trunk far enough so the tree could have water. Two nubs of branches were in the way. I cursed as I took the stand off and then went down the cellar to get the other tree stand, the stand easy enough for one person to use. I attached the bottom of the stand to the trunk then carried the tree into the house. No, carry is wrong. I lifted and stopped, lifted and stopped because of the weight of the tree. A few times the tree wouldn’t move; I couldn’t lift it. I finally figured out that’s what happens when you step on lower branches. At last the tree made it to the living room. Three low branches were broken, stepped on too many times. I lifted the tree, put in into the stand then moved it around until it was straight. I pushed in the pedal which secures the tree in place then got the funnel with the long tube. That’s new this year. It for watering the tree so I don’t have to crawl on my stomach to give it water. I hid the tube in the branches then sat on the couch to fill the funnel with water when all of a sudden the tree started to lean. I thought it would fall so I grabbed it. The funnel filled with water angled when the tree leaned and spilled water all over the floor and all over me. I cursed, cleaned up the mess and was about ready to turn this tree into a yule log but decided to try again. I went down the cellar to get a dry sweatshirt and the directions for the tree stand. Ah, the directions, why didn’t she get them in the first place. She didn’t get them because she thought she remembered how to use the stand. Wrong!

I lifted the tree out of the stand, pulled out the pedal as directed, held my foot on it, a step I hadn’t done the first time, and then placed the tree back into the stand and moved it until it was straight then I pushed in the pedal. The tree stayed straight and tall. I stopped cursing.

The tree is sitting in the middle of my living room as I have to move a few small pieces of furniture before it can sit in its rightful place then the decorating will begin. I’m betting the finished tree will make everything worthwhile.

 

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17 Comments on ““Gee, do they still make wooden Christmas trees?””

  1. Hedley Says:

    When did you Tinsel ?

    And so once the discussion had passed the issue of strands versus clumps, conversation became heated as to when you actually tinselled. After the tree was fully decorated including lights and ornaments ? before ornaments ? You get the general picture.

    So when did you tinsel ? Do you even remember or was clumping the only thing in the memory banks ?

    • Kat Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      The decorating had procedural steps. First came the lights, my father’s job, then came the strands of tinsel, the fluffy silver kind, looped about the tree and on the branches for effect and also the popcorn strands we’d make. The ornaments were next. My mother’s big ones were at the top so they’d be out of harm’s way. My sisters tended to the lower branches, not having the height for any higher. My brother and I moved about though the middle was was usually our ornament spot. Last was the tinsel, which we always called icicles because that’s what they were supposed to look like.

      I still do my tree in that order though no more tinsel/icicles. One of my cats ate them so I had to discontinue the tradition.

      • Hedley Says:

        Mrs MDH insists that tinselling was the very last part of decoration. I simply dont remember – maybe I was ready to move on to the paper rings which were strung from corner to corner with some sort of meeting somewhere near the middle of the ceiling

  2. Birgit Says:

    Sorry, I had to laugh reading your tree story.
    Perhaps you should conserve the tree (Is this possible anyway?), so you never have to move and renew it again. Just a new tree decoration depending on the season: easter eggs, summer flowers, autumn leaves, …

    • Kat Says:

      Birgit,
      The story is even funny to me, now.

      My mother had an artificial tree and one year she never took it down. It was a valentine’s day tree, a St. Patrick’s day tree, an Easter tree and a red, white and blue July 4th tree. It was fun!

  3. olof1 Says:

    Benn there done that 🙂 🙂 🙂 I do miss my old big trees I used to have and wish I could have one yet again. But my living room is just too small, well I could get rid of the aquarium but the fish in it just refuse to die 🙂

    But I’ve never even heard about a tree stand like that! Must see if I can find something like that here, those fish just can’t live for ever 🙂 But I have to make sure that Orvar doesn’t think he can lift his leg as soon as he sees it 🙂

    I do like Your mothers idea of having the same tree for all seasons 🙂

    I think I’ll bring my small tree from the cool cellar today, then I can dress it already tomorrow 🙂

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • Kat Says:

      Christer,
      Now my outside lights are having problems. One outlet is wet and shorting out. I got soaked trying to fix it in the rain. I finally plugged the lights on inside, but the door won’t shut because of the cord. I’ll have to remove it before I go to bed and hope all will be dry tomorrow though right now it is pouring.

      The stand is great!

      I haven’t touched my tree today. The outside lights gave me a headache, and I’m still not over the tree trauma of yesterday.

  4. Kat Says:

    My Dear Hedley,
    Mrs. MDH is correct. They were the last to go on the tree.

  5. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I was wondering why you mentioned that your tree was lucky it was not a charred remain. Now I know. But as long as it was worth the effort, who cares?
    We called the fluffy stuff that wrapped around the tree garland. Tinsel was the icicle stuff. In our decorating protocol, tinsel was the last in the line. As I have mentioned before, if my father was present, it was 3 strands of tinsel per branchlet. Otherwise, it was toss it freely. 😀
    We always had animals. Some of the cats climbed the tree, some of them played with the low hanging ornaments. None of the animals ever ate the lead tinsel (good thing) and no one ever knocked the tree over.
    It is not raining here but it might as well be. It was dark and dank all day. Even Rocky was content to be inside.
    Enjoy the evening.

  6. Bill S. Says:

    I could hear you cursing all the way up here in NH. Get yourself a bow saw to lop off those low branches. When all else fails, read the directions.
    I never heard of a tree stand with the pedal–sounds like a good idea. Where did you get it?
    My job every year is to haul the tree home in the truck, saw of some of the base, and get it into the stand. I do not put anything on the tree because every item has a place, and I don’t know the right places or branches. That works for me.

    Yesterday I wasn’t feeling well, so was in bed by 8. Missed the Pats game, and woke to the good news this morning (4 a.m.)

    • Kat Says:

      Bill,
      I am, at times, the best of cursers so I’m not surprised you heard me! I have no idea what a bow saw is, but I’ll ask and add it to my tools though I doubt that will fit in my tool drawer!

      I got the stand on-line as I had read a review about it and how great it is to use. Once I did it right, the tree went in perfectly and is now straight and tall. I used to have the kind you had to use screws into the tree, and I’d be holding the tree with one hand while twisting the screws with the other. This is so much easier.

      I love being warm and cozy in bed when I’m sick, but you really missed a heck of a game. That one touch touchdown where he (Welker) got by one defender then another and then had the ball fly out of his hands and land in the end zone where Lloyd fell on it for a touchdown was worth seeing a few times. It was amazing.

  7. Cuidado Says:

    Your story of your tree battle is hilarious. It is hard doing the tree shuffle alone but I sometimes manage it every year.

    When we were kids we fed tinsel to the dog because we thought it was hilarious how it would hang out of it’s bum. What did we know about lead? It never seemed to bother the dog and she lived till 17.

    • Kat Says:

      Cuidado,
      I’m glad you were entertained by my saga. Now I can laugh too but not the other day!

      I saw the tinsel coming out of my cat’s butt which is how I knew she had eaten it. The vet said it could get balled up inside her and have to be surgically removed. That was the end of the tinsel!

  8. Kat Says:

    MDH,
    Strands-otherwise they wouldn’t look like icicles.


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