Who would have thought that organising the Christmas tree could cause strong feelings?
Well, knowing this household, perhaps it’s not that surprising.
Jay and I managed a trip into town without Bear and on the way back Jay suggested going to buy a tree.
We had a bit of an argument because I wanted to get a smaller one but in the end we compromised: I chose the shape but he chose the size. . . . .
It was impossible to get it into the house without Bear noticing and he started complaining about it being too soon, too big and absolutely impractical. Good start.
Jay and I looked for the tree ‘support’ that is usually kept in the garage but it was nowhere to be found. We searched the attic and eventually asked Bear if he’d ‘seen’ ( a euphemism for hidden away) it anywhere.
This led to further grumblings and chunterings and Jay went upstairs in a huff.
Bear dragged the tree into the garage and was there for some time. When he emerged I found that he had sawn off quite a few of the lower branches so that the tree could be put into a ‘bucket’.
I managed to persuade him that he’d done enough and we’d ‘finish in daylight tomorrow’.
Jay and CC came down, saw what he’d done to the tree and weren’t happy! They decided to wait until Bear went to bed so that they could do it their way. This meant going out in torchlight to bring in earth, stones and a suitable container.
We planted the tree in the pot while it was still wrapped up but Willow managed to find a way in!
Eventually, after going outside for yet more soil, the tree was stable and we set it free.
We went to bed wondering whether it would still be standing in the morning.
As soon as he woke, Bear was off again.
“I know what they were up to last night. Why they have to do everything so soon I don’t know. You rush into things. You don’t think. It’s all your fault. If you were a good mother you’d give them a good hiding!”
Fortunately, by the time CC and Jay came down, Bear was in a co-operative mood and was talking about looking out the lights. As I had started the mincepies it was CC who helped him untangle them and the tree was decorated without further argument.
Willow had to be banished to the conservatory though.
All in all, CC did a great job of making the tree look gorgeous and we finished on a very cheerful note with mulled wine and mincepies – a family tradition of ours to start the Christmas season when the tree and decorations are put up.
But Willow was still determined to play a major role:
P.S. If anyone is interested, having just celebrated my 65th birthday, I’m copying Z’s idea and posting a look back at my life on my other blog (see top right corner.)