world's largest Christmas tree. This might give me the inspiration I need
to get those red and green boxes out of the attic. What a shame to cut
down such a magnificent tree, but the years that Fashion Island put up
the fake, mod tree just didn't do it for me. Give me that pine smell,
those beautiful lights. I love that. However, I don't love the parking
nightmare. Maybe I'll go another time.
I am contemplating buying a different kind of fresh tree this year. I
always get noble fir, I like their spare, sort of Zen-like artistic twist
on Christmas. This time maybe a Douglas fir or a blue spruce, just to
shake things up. This is going to require more contemplation, I'd better
Poinsettias. More choices, red, white, pink or variegated. Nothing is
simple anymore. I usually go for a lot of white poinsettias en masse. I
think I'll stick with tradition on this one.
The front door is easy. A few years ago I inherited a bird petit point
wall hanging from my grandmother. It's so out it's in. It's quirky,
unconventional, especially with the red velvet lining. It screams
Christmas. I even think one of the birds is a cardinal. This was destined
to be a decoration.
The outside of the house I leave to the husband and kids. That's their
territory, and I am thankful I don't have to do it. This will be one area
that will be completed because it is the only reason I will allow the
kids to get on the roof (to string the Christmas lights). This is great
motivation for them.
I love live garland. The smell is wonderful, but this does take some time
to figure out the lengths for the mantles, the front door and the tops of
the kitchen cabinets. This year I vow to write these measurements down so
I can pull out the cheat sheet next year. Can't find my measuring tape.
I can handle buying a large amount of red and green apples. This is a
grocery store purchase and I have to tithe to Ralphs anyway. The
centerpiece will definitely happen.
Back to the kids. They like to string Christmas lights on their
headboards. Last year, in an effort to explain some of their quixotic