Preparing for Christmas
In France Christmas begins on Christmas Eve and continues twelve
days until Epiphany. The moment before Christmas is called Advent. A
time to prepare the way for Christmas.
Growing up my Mom took Christmas down on the 26th. Christmas was a
done deal. Packed up and stored in the closet until next year.
Lucky for me I was not consider "late" (in France) to put up our
Christmas tree this weekend. It is a production to put up a Christmas
tree isn't it? First one must find the Christmas boxes that are stashed
in the storage. Secondly, since our Christmas tree stands in a spot
that usually occupies a large piece of furniture, the entire house had
to be moved around so that it had its spot. The part that I enjoy is
putting on the lights and the ornaments which is lucky for me because
in our home the tradition is that nobody wants to help… everyone
wants Christmas they just don't want to put it up.
Well this weekend after the Christmas tree was up with its million
little vintage ornaments I stepped back singing "Oh Christmas tree, oh
Christmas tree how lovely are your branches…." when POW (!!!) the
Christmas tree fell over. Smashing mercury glass ornaments everywhere.
My heart sank. I was sad to sweep the broken ornaments into the bin.
Slowly, I remounted the Christmas tree and reconstructed the decor.
Adding a bow here, a star there and feeling a ting of sadness that some
of my favorite ornaments had been smashed to smithereens. Finally it
was dolled up and looking festive again. I was relieved. I stepped back
and…guess what… yes believe it… it fell a second time!
I swore like a crazy elf! A million little swear words sorted out of
my bouche (mouth) and it felt good. I called the Christmas tree a
really bad word. One that I do not want to write but I said it
fervently a few times over. You know sometimes it helps to blow up, to
spew bad words and let your face get contorted. It helps to let
frustrations out is a safe way. I guess the Christmas tree's falling
over allowed me an avenue to blow off steam.
I left the "F-ing" Christmas tree on the floor. French husband and
the children came home and looked at it. "Mom, why is the Christmas
tree on the floor?"
Modern Art is what I said.
This morning I put the Christmas tree upright and it is standing strong, a few bricks at the base helped.
Yes even people who once lived in a monastery do swear at times, even while preparing for Christmas.
Photo: The tree that better think twice before falling again.
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This is a repost from last year due to a problem I am having with my server. Typepad is trying to manage it.
I have a stacks of brocante stories and things to show you! I just wish I could!
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