Every other year we go to Connecticut to spend Christmas at my sister’s house. I’ve lived in Florida for twenty-five years and before I got married I’d only spent one Christmas in Florida – and that was when I was so desperately sick I didn’t get out of bed for a week, and was out of work for three. It’s just not Christmas unless it’s cold, and snow is preferred.
Even though I’d go away for Christmas this Jewish girl still wanted a tree. I really prefer live trees, but they were not very practical since I would not be there to water it. So years ago I bought a small, 4 foot artificial tree for those Christmases I’d be away. Now that I’m married and only get to go North for Christmases on alternate years the faux tree comes in handy.
Husband, of course, thinks it’s ridiculous that I want to decorate for the holidays at all on those years we head north. Sill man. I don’t go all out, but a few favorite decorations go up, and yes, Virginia, there will be a tree.
Husband is a bit of a Scrooge. He’ll be somewhat less so when we have a home where he doesn’t have to use a ladder to go into the attic to get the decorations down.
Well, I can hope.