Dragging the tree to it’s spot in the living room, leaving behind a trail of needles and possibly some pine pitch. (our house)
Every cat in the house is interested, of course the dogs are smarter and act like they know that it is perfectly normal for a tree to be in the house. (our house)
After the tree has unfrozen and sucked up an undisclosed amount of sugar water it can be decorated. (our house)
The lights are first…remember patiently waiting whilst your Dad checks every bulb for the one that is bad and must be replaced before the lights work? (My parents home and Far Guy said until all the appropriate cuss words were uttered nothing worked at his parents house.)
Then it is time for the garland…sometimes gold or silver or colored strings of bead like baubles. (my parents)
The ornaments one by one are taken from their hiding spots amongst the tissue paper…remember this one? Remember that one? (me)
The Star was placed on top (my parents). The Angel was placed on top (our house).
Mom placed the tinsel on the tree in exactly all the right places. (my parents house) I tried tinsel one year…cats pooping tinsel was not a good thing…(our house).
We turned off all the lights in the house to see the lights on our tree.
At our house…the cats thought the tree was brought in especially for them. They would tear down the hallway and run up the center of the tree. One year I thought Shadow was going to electrocute himself because he kept chewing the light stringers. I would catch him and put the ends back together with electrical tape. Eventually those light stringers were used outside because they were a hazard, a few years ago I threw them away…thinking that darn cat…and smiling.
The tree this week is one from Far Guy’s parents home. The year remains unknown.
Most likely from the 1950’s. A tree with a bit of sprayed on snow and some Shiny Brites…red if I recall correctly from later years.