The Wonder of it all…
I’m a child and it’s Christmas and I’m lying under the tree – it’s finally put up. I’m not sure where my Dad gets these trees, but they sure are frustrating to put together! My brothers try to hold it, getting poked in the face, while my father tries earnestly to attach the tree stand. Then he has to string it to the doorways near the corner so it stands securely. There are lots of heated, angry words that fly about – my Dad’s mostly – and a few disgusted looks on the faces of my brothers. My sister, however, beams. Shoot, she’s glowing! And I think she already has ornaments in her hands… She’s READY!
The lights are on and working and then we add the decorations. Next, comes the battle of garland vs. icicles. We must have both on hand because out of nowhere we’re all grabbing silver, shiny, stringy plastic strands and trying our best to drape them on the tree. I know there’s some banter about singles versus clumps, but I think I’m doing mine right. And it’s no easy task to add these icicles to the tree because there are abundant amounts of static cling involved. I believe I hear my Mom mutter from the couch her negative comments about vacuums and icicle strands. I guess she’s the one who prefers the garland.
But, I lie here, under the tree with all the living room lights off. I get my head way under next to the stand and look up the center of the tree. It’s my favorite part. For me, it is the wonder and beauty of the tree that tells me Christmas is almost here!