Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Oh Christmas Tree, Ugh Christmas Tree.

Vanessa's birthday is around Christmastime so growing up, the tree was always setup in the living room by the time she had her party. One year, she might have been in fifth grade, I forget, her friends came over for a birthday slumber party. The tree that year was huge, and as a result every possible ornament was used. Smaller trees often require that some ornaments won't make the cut. Hallmark Santa? You're in. Jessica's preschool macaroni framed picture on a hook? Maybe next year, slugger.

So Nessa and her friends laid out their sleeping bags right by the tree (because there's something so cozy about the glow from strings of indoor/outdoor lighting) and went to sleep. Cut to like 3 in the morning and we hear a loud thud. I was in my room and just assumed it was somebody doing a back handspring (why did people always want to do gymnastics at sleepovers?) but it wasn't. The tree had fallen over and onto one of her friends. I remember hearing my mom screaming, "Heather! Can you hear me?!" and then screaming for my dad to come lift the tree off of this poor girl. Heather was fine, but because my mother is worry wort supreme, she called her parents to let them know what happened. I always have my mom retell that conversation because I think it's hilarious.

Me: So you called them in the middle of the night?
Mom: I had to!
Me: And what did you say?
Mom: I just said, 'Mrs. Jennejohn, this is Debbie Martin. Heather is fine, but I wanted to let you know that our tree fell on her.'
Me: And what did she say?
Mom: Thanks for calling.

So my dad picked the tree up, put a sofa in front of it and everybody went back to sleep. But since that year, every time we set up the tree it's always with instructions to make sure it doesn't Jennejohn.

This is the first time in four years I've been home in time to go out and find the tree and help set it up. It was a lapse in memory to think this would be an enjoyable process.

A farming friend of my father's grows Christmas Trees and insists that we take the biggest tree off the lot every year. He's honestly such a nice guy but always yells at my dad in this overly enthusiastic tone and gets all up in his face when he's talking to him. However, my dad invented close talking, and speaks to everyone he meets in an overly enthusiastic tone, so he doesn't even notice what this other guy is doing. Honestly, seconds after getting out of my dad's truck, Joe came running over to us.

Joe (Standing just ridiculously close to my dad): STEVIE!!! What's it gonna be this year, Stevie? What are ya thinking? Fraser Fir, Stevie? Wanna go with a Douglas Fir?

Dad (Standing just ridiculously close to Joe, yelling back in his face): Oh, I don't know Joey, what do you think? They look good this year, real nice, Joe.

I looked over to my mom with a confused face. It was like a bizarro world or something. These two guys, screaming at each other through huge smiles, moments away from what looked like an embrace.

So picking out the tree was a treat. But then tonight, trying to keep the tree upright proved to be worse. The trunk simply wouldn't fit in the stand. Screws went in from one angle, but then not through another. Just when I thought it was stable it would lean horribly to one side. My mom insisted on stringing lights around it while I was still trying to make sure it wasn't going to Jennejohn, and thus ensued a yelling match of blame. You're doing this, stop with that, why not try this, why not give this defected tree back to Joey.

After an hour, seriously, the tree finally stood on its own. All it needed was a Tupperware dish shoved between the stand and the trunk, and about 8ft of twine attached from the branches to a twenty-pound free weight sitting on the floor.

Merry Christmas.

4 comments:

Brina said...

But real is so much better than the fake one with twisted branches and cobwebs in the basement. Good job, Jess. Your macaroni ornament will shine proudly, I'm sure.

mid sib sis kel said...

ok people - NOTICE how the middle child's ornament has been left off the tree. Jess, I will always hang your macaroni from my tree. You can count on it!

Pamplemousse said...

our fathers need to meet -- i think they would get along smashingly...

our xmas tree capers were similarly amusing, involving vendors from the backwoods of maine with some hardCORE yokel accents, strapping the veritable King of the Forest to the top of our volvo and trying to get home while peering through the branches that hung over the windshield, and then finally getting it home and having to chop off some of the top branches cause they hit our freaking ceiling. the fun never ceases.

glad to see you posting again! :)

Jess said...

ha, thanks for the comment kelly! the ornament thing should be addressed in the newsletter. i love you and it was great to see you! i think i might need to put up a little post about Christian's "Merry Christmas. I'm the new neighbor" speech. either that or my grandma's swiffer. those are my new favorite holidy stories.

Meredith, your tree experience sounds so much more charming for some reason. maybe because of the volvo.

i sold xmas trees at our farm market when i was like 14 and these huge men would always say, "just throw it on the roof there." this was followed by me just basically pushing the tree against their car until they got pissed about the paint scratching and did it themselves. i always think of that when i see a big tree on a car and wonder if a poor young girl had to put it there.

you receive 1,000 instant points of rad if you and yours repeated "Little full, lot of sap" while setting up your monster tree. hope you had a nice holiday:)