Oh Christmas Tree

Every since I moved out of the house to go to college, I have not put up a Christmas tree. In the dorm, there was no room and after I graduated it just never really occurred to me to do it. I travel to my hometown for the holidays and usually there was no one to see the tree but me. I've often said that it wouldn't be more than a large cat toy for Murphy now.

Yesterday, after work, my neighbor was stringing up more house lights outside for the holidays and I realized that mine was almost the only house without any Christmas decorations (with the exception of the frat boys across the street). On the way home today, I decided to stop and buy a fake Christmas tree. I have no idea why, but I thought I'd give it a go.

When I got home and started assembling the mess from new stuff I'd bought and old stuff I had, I remembered how much I really didn't like the chore of putting the tree up. I guess that gene passed me by. My sister and mom were always the ones big on it. I always admired it from the "oooh, pretty lights" perspective, especially when the lights were out. I do like the blue bulbs though, I've had them for years.

Well, this is it. I think I've bought enough for this year, but it obviously needs more stuff. I wonder if it will stand the test of the night and survive the almost certain feline onslaught Murphy the 15 lb tomcat will wage while I'm sleeping.

I did turn the lights out in the living room to take a peak though. ( Lights Out )