Happy (belated) Thanksgiving! I’ve talked about Thanksgiving and the things I’m thankful for here several times, and won’t repeat it all here tonight. All that I said then still applies, though the list has gotten longer over the years. We had dinner with friends, starring a roast goose! I know I’ve had goose but it’s been years—nay, decades—since the last time it crossed my plate. Good wine, good food, good friends. That’s a lot of what I’m thankful for, right there, plus the woman sitting beside me, and her 55 years of love and devotion. I am a man much blessed, and appreciate it.
It was a good day indeed. And today, well, it’s Black Friday. People complain sometimes about Christmas starting the day after Thanksgiving. I’m of two minds about it, and Carol and I prefer not to fight the crowds at major retailers. Like it or not, the reality is that Christmas has become a sort of long-horizon holiday. The stores put out Christmas goodies the day after Halloween. Some people start shopping and celebrating on Black Friday, and others continue it until the Epiphany. This year we decided to start on Black Friday, for a reason: Christmas trees.
The Arizona desert is hard on pine trees shipped down from Minnesota or wherever. We’ve had mixed luck finding trees that lived even two weeks in the stand with plenty of water. In Colorado we had one once that lasted so long it began growing. I doubt that would happen here. But Carol and I had a plan. We knew that Whitfill’s Christmas Trees opened for business on Black Friday, so up 64th Street we went, to their usual spot between Bell Road and the Canal at 64th.
We got there about 2PM, and the joint was jumpin’. They had trees that had to be twelve feet high. Not for us. We wanted something shorter, fuller, and greener. I didn’t want something over seven feet high.
It took us approximately 90 seconds to find the tree that we bought.
It’s very green, very full, maybe not quite seven feet high, and smells ever so wonderful. Trees cost down here; I paid $200. This time I think we got our money’s worth. We think it’s the prettiest tree we’ve ever had. The reason for that is probably getting there before the crowds snapped up all the really good trees. We were there early. We got a good tree. Nay, an excellent tree.
We haven’t begun decorating it yet. We brought all our Christmas decor back from the storage unit a couple of days ago. The tree is now in its stand. Tomorrow we begin. We’ll keep you posted.
When it comes to Christmas trees I’ve been through many variations. As a kid the tree was bought at the hardware store a few blocks away, went up on Christmas Eve night, and down on Jan 6. Once I was married we variously bought a cut tree, or one in with a root ball to be planted later, or went to a cut-your-own place. One year my step-daughter and I bought one that was way, way, WAY too big. I had to go find an extra large (industrial size?) stand, and once it was up it took up most of the room. Eventually, when there were just two of us, I bought a really good artificial tree. I don’t have any since my wife passed, but my step-daughter (and now her daughter too) go so far overboard that it more than makes up for it.
My former brother-in-law told the story of his artificial tree. On Christmas Eve he brought the cut tree in, put it in the stand, and went to the attic for the decorations. When he returned all the needles were off the tree and on the floor. What was a single parent to do? The three kids, in their night clothes, were bundled into blankets in the station wagon (a Citroen wagon, of all things)( and he headed to the most likely store he could find. He found the best display tree, fully decorated, demanded to know how much for THAT, put in – complete with ornaments – in the back of the wagon, and returned home. It was very good quality, they used it for years.