our first christmas tree followed us from the room
so we started anchoring them
to the ceiling.
then there were the times
when we tromped out as a family
in search of
the perfect tree.
even though the trees
were always resplended,
their branches fully laden
with handmade ornaments
crafted from glue
and popsicle sticks
and fuzzy red pom-pom balls,
the actual shopping
excursion was never
our finest moment.
the shortest tree-shopping trip ever
was the year we found the coveted
but because it started to rain on our way home
didn’t stop raining till mid-january,
that famous tree never made it inside.
four full-to-the-brim calendars
ushered in the
the december daddy died,
hubby went out by himself
and fetched a $5 tree.
we leaned it up in the courtyard.
and for the first time ever,
we were totally unconcerned about
turning its bad side to the corner.
foregoing the ornaments and even the
dreaded tree stand,
we threw some lights at it
and enjoyed looking at it
through the glass
where it became a metaphor
for my life.
there was the year
we wanted to buy
a tree from the
local filling station.
they had two left,
and while the girls
were prepared and willing
to take both home,
the guys said an emphatic and convincing “no”
so we drove on,
unwilling to separate
the two trees one from the other.
(we didn’t go treeless, though,
eventually paying somebody $25
when they agreed to let us chop down
a tree from their front yard.)
there were the christmas cruises
when we left the decorating
(and the consequent clean-up)
a friend’s accidental death
caused my son to get home
on christmas eve afternoon,
which effectively eliminated
any time for the annual
scanning the roadside
on the way home from the
and finding absolutely nothing
i’d just begun to mourn
when the idea fairy screeched in to visit
just as we entered the
last curve before home.
we were just too tired
to deal with it last night,
and it would’ve been easy
to skip on past it this morning.
in fact, the kids voted nay,
but my adorable husband
sensing how much it meant to me,
12 minutes required
(and that’s from fetch to finish, folks)
decorating this year’s tree.
well, it’s not actually a TREE,
you see, this year
we strung lights around
the green TRUNK
that’s been in my daddy’s family
and a day.
looking at that festive trunk,
i see roots that run deep.
i see dints and dings that bear witness to storms weathered successfully.
i see gifts being tenderly cradled on the inside,
till they’re ready to be
shared and laughed and sung right out loud.
i see locks and latches that are easily undone,
but effectively protective when needbe.
i see where the lights are plugged into the nearby outlet
because let’s face it: everybody needs help generating energy every now ‘n then.
what else do i see?
i see stories
i see hugs
i see resolve
long-standing, deep-running love.
and perhaps best of all,
i see a brand new tradition
conjured from the oldest of old traditions: resourcefulness,
or as we might call it just this once: inJeanneuity.
o christmas trunk, o christmas trunk . . .
this post is my response to today’s reverb10 prompt from tracey clark: Photo – a present to yourself. Sift through all the photos of you from the past year. Choose one that best captures you; either who you are, or who you strive to be. Find the shot of you that is worth a thousand words. Share the image, who shot it, where, and what it best reveals about you.