25 Questions of Christmas: Allana’s Answer ~ Fake or Real?
Do you use a fake tree or a real one?
I have a memory of me crying from the kitchen while looking at dad in the garage. He took our one and only real Christmas tree out to the curb for trash. I was bawling with my sister and my Dad kept saying it’s just a tree. Hello? It was alive and now it’s dead and we’re throwing her to the curb? It was like a knife stabbing my heart. I asked my dad, “why can’t we at least burn her in a fire and celebrate her with roasting marshmallows?” He responded with something about it being too dry and causing a fire.
Sadly a fake tree arrived next year. My sister and I turned out to love this because it had pretty color coded bottoms for us to match up, helping our color blind father do something he had trouble with. We weren’t killing it.
Fast forward to my own son hearing that everyone got real trees. They even sell them at school from the eighth graders to raise money for their annual trip, so I thought I’d give it a try for him. We went to the Christmas tree lots in sunny Los Angeles and picked out one he loved. Then strapped the lovely tree on the roof and me, single mom, somehow dragged the tree into the home by myself, erected it, and after 10 minutes my son didn’t want to help decorate it anymore. That particular year I had a really good cry because I was single with, my family in Canada, and my son wouldn’t even help me. The ornaments brought back so many memories making it painfully obvious my mom wasn’t there. Then of course it was time to throw the tree away and my young son threw himself on the floor in hysterics: “Don’t kill her! Don’t throw her in the garbage! She’s part of our family!” Thank God my son is like me. Yet man, it was a tough Christmas.
Now we have two super cool fake trees. We went to a store that had 50 different trees to choose from. I was amazed; some of the trees come with lights on them already, some sing, some have “snow” on them, some even cost $500. Can you imagine? We got a normal fluffy fabulous tree and Gabe got a gold and silver mini one for his bedroom that we put chili pepper lights on! Hysterical but he loves it.
I love that our reverence and celebration of nature results in enjoying our trees planted in the ground. I love that after the storm last week, when we had no power for 5 days, that Gabe cried when he saw all the broken branches and fallen trees, he loves trees and so do I. And I love you.
Blessings and Huge Love,