In an attempt to ease computer angst on Saturday night, Barry suggested a trip to the attic to retrieve the Christmas decorations. Eleven months of the year they sit in three boxes above Kiah’s bedroom.
It’s a cold trip to the attic. First one must haul in the ladder from the garage. Then Barry climbs the ladder and hands down the heavy boxes to his wife. One shivers as the frigid attic air descends.
We debated long and hard about whether to get a Christmas tree this year. Actually, we debated for an impassioned five minutes. Barry spoke for the sanctity of the Life of the Trees. He reminded me how easy and wonderful our Christmas was last year. (When we didn’t put up a tree and drove downstate to be with my parents, brothers and their families.)
I took the side of Tradition, of ritual, of Christmas ornaments. I reminded him of our daughter’s presence at Christmastime and wouldn’t she love a tree?
We ceased debating after five minutes. He went outside. He returned, an hour or so later, with news.
“We are getting a Christmas tree!”
Kathy shook her head. Opinions sure turn around quickly, don’t they?
“Why have you changed your mind?”
“Remember when Kiah came home a couple of years ago and she and I went out to buy a tree?” he said. “We had such a wonderful time. We need a tree.”
Christopher can’t be home this Christmas. (Chris, you can look at these fishing ornaments and remember your fishing trip with Dad on the Keweenaw Bay last July, OK?) We were lucky to have eight to ten days to spend with both kids this summer. And Kiah and Christopher just enjoyed a week’s visit together in San Diego last month.
On Christmas we’ll all be together in our hearts and spirits…
The house is looking more festive now. Little colorful lights twinkle against the window. Fish ornaments peer up at us. Christmas music plays in the background.
‘Tis the season of lights. Let there be sparkle and stars and glowing fish!