Posts tagged: Childhood

It’s only recently that I’ve begun taking photographs of our Christmas tree. For almost five years we didn’t put one up, even after moving to the country–we were too busy with work, school, housework, or feared that one of our cats would try to climb it while we were away from the house. But we missed not having one, and at Christmas our new, high-ceilinged, bewindowed home seemed incomplete without one. And since living in the country means that you can’t drive down a road in my little town without seeing the hand-lettered signs on every other utility pole indicating where you could get your holiday fix of pine needles and pitch, it seemed unsporting to hold out just for practicality’s sake. So we caved, and now go to a nearby gentleman’s farm every year and cut our own. We’ve even gotten into the habit of acquiring one or two new ornaments a year, mainly to replace the inevitable broken or faded one–with the exception of one winter when we went on a bauble-buying binge at Macy’s and Pier One Imports and came home with two shopping bags full, some of which we have yet to take out of their boxes. Continued…