This year our tree trimming experience was not necessarily filled with joy and merriment. Instead of being like the Walton’s trimming their tree, we were more like the Griswold’s.
On Saturday we went to cut down our Christmas tree at a farm. It had been snowing the night before and there was about an inch or two of snow covering the ground. As we pulled in to the farm to park, we immediately got our minivan stuck in the snow. After looking for the perfect tree in the freezing cold for an hour, our minivan had to get pulled out of the snow by a tractor.
That was fine. It was a little adventure.
We got home and set our tree up in the living room, filled the stand with plentiful water and surrounded it by the tree skirt my mom sewed many years ago. When we got home from dinner, the tree and stand had tipped over and was laying on the ground. We have no idea why it fell down, or whether it would happen again.
Tree needles and water was scattered all over the floor. Dustpan and broom and cloths were promptly retrieved.
After the tree had been placed back in an upright position, it was time for the kids to decorate.
Preston was very grumpy and he was moping around not wanting to decorate the Christmas tree. What? What kid doesn’t want to decorate the Christmas tree? I have never heard of that before.
Ava wanted to be the designated ornament passer outer. Violet wanted to grab her own ornaments out of the box. She immediately fired Ava from that job and Ava started crying.
Elsa went to place an ornament on the tree and it fell to the ground with a loud shatter. It was a gum ball machine ornament so it was filled with balls that flew all over the wood floor. Millions of shards of glass flew everywhere. Elsa was sad so she went and pouted on the beanbag.
A second glass ornament fell to its death.
We brought the dustpan and broom out. AGAIN. And cleaned up all the glass.
We sent Ava to her room for a bad attitude. Then we sent Preston to his room for a bad attitude.
Then we canceled the tree decorating for the day.
Chris’ parents mentioned that this was almost comical. Almost.
That night I went to sleep and in my dream I was visited by an angel who reminded me that even though my shitty little kids tried to ruin Christmas I should still love them and buy them a thousand presents and we will all hug in front of our perfectly decorated Christmas tree just like in It’s A Wonderful Life. Just kidding.
We decided to decorate the tree yesterday when the kids got home from school. Nobody cried. No ornaments broke. Violet let Ava pass out the ornaments. But Preston still didn’t want to decorate the tree. And he still went to his room for threatening to kill the Elf on the Shelf. I could sympathize with that sentiment since I myself would love to murder that creepy little elf.
Nevertheless, I call that a success the second time around.
Until next time, the mothership is signing off.