Rockin’ around the Christmas tree….When Charlie was at college,
we started the practice of putting up our Christmas tree on the Friday after
Thanksgiving. School schedules often interfere with family traditions and, since
we enjoy decorating the tree together, it was either do it right after the leftovers
were put away or wait until so close to Christmas that there wasn’t enough time with the tree to make all that work worthwhile.
At the Christmas party hop…College days are behind us and
Charlie is a new husband yet, this year, based on everyone’s busy schedules,
tree day arrived right on time. So, just as the Thanksgiving dishes were
finally washed and digesting was officially over, the moment felt right.
Mistletoe hung where you can see…Let’s move the end table and chairs
out of the room, boys…let’s send poor Dad into the attic for the cartons and
boxes while Mom grits her teeth and bakes cookies so if Martha Stewart barges
in to measure festivity levels in our home, we get a good grade. And, hey--Tom
and Charlie, don’t forget---it’s time to painfully rehash sibling rivalries and
childhood vendettas as favorite ornaments are unwrapped and
hung with care on pine boughs that, yet again this year, have nearly scratched
off both of Dad’s corneas.
Every couple tries to stop…The difference this year is that
Charlie’s wife, Anastasia, is with us on tree day for the first time. She may
not yet be aware that Szolds often say “I love you” by screaming themselves
hoarse over hot cocoa. Anastasia is also about to learn that Mom expresses her
deep affection for her family with a crying fit or two. Often brought about by an
artifact of her children’s youth making an appearance, Mom is easily unhinged
since she’s already deeply overwrought by repeated failures to recreate scenes
from mainstream America as dreamt up by the minds of the sadists who write for
the Hallmark Channel.
You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear...This year we
took it a step further and wove politics into the mix thereby upping the time
frame for shouting, hand waving, eye rolling and, of course, Mom’s crying. Anastasia,
having prepared for this by studying books about conflict resolution in wartime,
stood up, chose an ornament and began decorating. The shiny object in her hand
distracted us and we followed suit, slowly becoming absorbed in our project.
Tom and Charlie sought out their first baby ornaments which prompted more tears
from Mom but the brave daughter-in-law knew what to do...bustling into the
kitchen, she freshened the marshmallows in everyone’s mug and patted us all on
the heads. “That’s a good girl,” she said to Mom, pressing a tissue into her hand
so she’d stop using her sleeve and ruffling what’s left of Dad’s hair to
encourage him to add a string of lights to a bare spot in the back.
Voices singing…Bravely stepping between the boys who suddenly remembered
they were supposed to be fighting, she tossed a handful of silver-wrapped
Hershey kisses into the air and, with the laser pointer, diverted not only Tito
the Cat from dismantling the tree’s bottom branches but also distracted Tom and
Charlie as -- with chocolate on their lips -- they scurried off to chase the
beam of light with the cat.
Let’s be jolly…Before we realized it, the tree was complete and
the negativity dispelled. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, we sat back and
admired our work. While the men nibbled on treats and happily batted at the
shiny bells and balls, I thanked my lucky stars that we have Anastasia in the
mix. Not only did she help us refocus upon the task at hand but also restored
the theme of peace on earth that’s generally encouraged at this time of year.
Deck the halls with boughs of holly…I hope those of you who
get, shall we say, a bit emotional around
this time of year and before the conversation inevitably turns to whether
there’s truth to the allegations that Santa’s been sexually harassing the elves
for years -- you get yourselves a great daughter-in-law like I have.
Great tree trimming story of a great family! Thanks for sharing Susan
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Jean!! XO
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