To Tree Or Not To Tree

For the last several days, a holiday debate has been waging in my head.

To tree or not to tree?

In other words, do I put up a Christmas tree this year?

Part of me says yes, of course you put up the tree. It just wouldn’t seem like the holiday season without it glowing in the window.

But there’s also a little bit of bah-humbug in there, too. I’m no Scrooge, but putting up the tree seems like a whole lot of work this year. I usually do it right after Thanksgiving, but I was out of town, and it didn’t get done. The immediacy of that ritual has passed, and now I can think of better things to do with my time.

I know it sounds downright lazy, but when you don’t have children, a Christmas tree just doesn’t take priority. And frankly, hubby Bryan usually can’t wait for the tree to come down — it interferes with his view of Lake Okabena.

But I will probably give in, go up to the attic and tote the tree downstairs this weekend. It will take me a couple of hours to drape it with tiny icicles and hang my large collection of ornaments.

And, by the time I’m done, my Christmas spirit will be ignited, and I’ll be glad I did it.