A Chris-in-the-morning inspired blog. Somewhere I can hypothesis on human nature and narrate my own journey of self discovery. That sounds so cheesy! Basically somewhere that I can just spill out the contents of my head.

 
So I bought a Christmas tree today. Just a cheap 4 foot one. It's the first time I've been away fromhome at this time of year, so I wanted a Christmas tree. And I guess I should start my own traditions. I've been stringing up some of my '1000' cranes and making some more and some stars for decorations. Maybe I should write my Christmas wishes on the paper then make origami out of it to hang up. That would be a good tradition.
Anyways, here's the bitching. So I walked in from the Warehouse with tree in box, under arm. Natalie looks at me and goes "Oh" in that 'Oh my goodness I can't believe you're doing that. It is so low, so beneath me'
So I asked what she was making the face for.
'I absolutely detest artificial Christmas trees.' Is her response.
"If you'd told me you wanted a Christmas tree I could have got a real one." As if she needs to save me from the horrors of a fake tree. So she thinks cutting down a living tree just so it can stand in her living room for 3 weeks dying and then be dumped into a rubbish dump where it's nutrients can do no good. Better to leave it out in the forest where it can contribute to nature. Or is making her house smell of pine a worthy demise for a tree?
I shouldn't be getting so down about something like this. Especially when it's a Christmas thing. Where is my Christian tolerance. Well goodness knows I put it to use often enough and I get none back. At least my tree can become a part of my life, become part of tradition. To be brought out every year at that special time.

posted by Megan at 2:29 AM