The first step is
getting out the Christmas tea towels and mugs.
Then we change the message on our voicemail. It’s just “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
from the McDonalds. Please leave a
message.” The children take turns each
year. I used to be more creative (“Now
joyous Christmastide is here/The halls are decked with red and green/We hope
you find a lot of Christmas cheer/And that you’ll leave message on our
machine.”), but I decided that was too cutesy even for me.
We put the tree up about two weeks before Christmas. Ed takes the kids to go out to buy it and I
stay home to make cocoa and bake cookies.
The children come home all excited, sucking on the candy canes the tree
place gives out, which they never finish.
We haven’t gotten The Elf on the Shelf yet, but we have The Half-Eaten
Candy Canes All Over the House. After we
get the tree in the stand, Ed has a drink.
I tell the kids we can’t start decorating right away because the tree
has to “settle.”
This year, one of Betsey’s friends told her that cutting
down trees was bad for the environment.
So Betsey suggested that we get an artificial tree. Josh said, “No way, Jose.” Cilla added, “Like
Hell, Emmanuel.” Betsey said that when
trees were cut down the birds and animals lost their homes and even died. Cilla said Betsey just wanted to spoil things
for everybody. Betsey said Cilla was a
selfish moron and didn’t care about animals or the planet or anyone but
herself. Cilla asked Betsey what she
thought Jesus would say if he heard her talking to her sister like that. Then things got really ugly. Josh just listened; I’d like to say that he was horrified, but he
was amused. Nigel took off for the
cellar. Duke started joining in the shouting.
Ed was in the bathroom.
I prefer to let the kids work out their disagreements, but
things were getting out of hand. “That’s
it!” I shouted. “We are not having any goddamn artificial tree
in this house! Ever! Now everybody shut up!”The girls were so shocked that they stopped yelling. Josh remarked that all he had said was “No way, Jose.” Betsey ran up the stairs, nearly knocking Ed over. Cilla looked like she couldn’t decide whether to cry or not.
Ed said, “What the f . . .heck is going on?” After Cilla and Josh had filled him in and
Cilla said, “We’re going to get a real tree, right?” Ed explained that if everybody stopped buying
real trees, the tree farmers would stop planting them, which would hurt the
environment, and anyway, the factories that made the artificial trees were
really worse for the environment than cutting down trees.
I told him to go talk to Betsey. It would sound more logical coming from
him. I gave Cilla and Josh some
cookies. I thought they would run off,
since they had won, but they sat very quietly in the kitchen, only asking for
milk. I think they were afraid of what I
would do next. I told them I was sorry
for yelling. “That’s okay, Mom.” Josh patted me on the shoulder. “Everybody makes mistakes.”
There seemed to be something wrong with this picture, but I
couldn’t figure out exactly what. Where
is Dr. Phil when we need him?
In the end, everybody made up and they came back with an
enormous tree. We had to make paper
chains for filler and the girls cut out stars from aluminum foil, which I’d
done as child. And, of course, it was
the prettiest tree we’d ever had.
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