I love the holiday season! Christmas, Hanukah, New Year’s Day–the works. The best part, if you ask me, is getting to spend it with my children who traveled a long way to be with their mom. This really is the best time of the year, one that I wish wouldn’t have to end.
But here’s how I know when the season is over. I take a look at my street on the first trash pick-up day after New Year’s. And somehow, I’m overcome with sadness when I see the Christmas trees that have been left for the garbage collector. Kicked to the curb, without so much as a by-your-leave.
Is this the best we can do??
Think about it. These trees have made the supreme sacrifice. Raised for one purpose and one purpose only: to be chopped down in their prime and placed in a lot where you can buy one for the right price, take it home, decorate it to your heart’s content, and rejoice in its decked out beauty. The lights, the ornaments, and all the presents tucked under the tree. It’s a delight and joy to behold.
But come January 2, and the tree’s got to go. We can’t wait to get rid of them. But do we have to kick them to the curb, so unceremoniously?
Have we forgotten what they represented to us for the past month? Indeed, the ornaments and lights are treated with more dignity than the lofty tree. They get carefully tucked away and wrapped to prevent breakage for another year. Such memories they hold for us!
But ah, the lowly Christmas tree. Off you go, tree! Good riddance to bad rubbish, we seem to be saying in the way we carelessly dispose of them. No time for one more round of “Oh Tannenbaum.” It’s back to work, back to school and sentiment be damned.
Wrong. Even if these trees are no longer wanted or remembered, I cannot let them go without some final thoughts. Herewith, my tribute to some steadfast trees:
Dearest tree, as you move on to a much better place, know that you were loved. For a short while you brought warmth into our home and made Aunt Agatha dance a Christmas jig as she had not in many years. You are a noble tree and deserve better. Here’s hoping you’ll get it in your next life.
Dear Christmas Tree, Please don’t believe for one moment that you were murdered and that your owner tried to hide the evidence by placing you in a body bag. Not the case. It’s just that little Billy didn’t want you to leave and in order to keep the truth from him, his parents needed the bag to disguise the awful truth. Here’s hoping Billy doesn’t notice the empty space you’ve left behind. Rest in peace, sweet tree.
Dear Christmas Tree, Please keep the tinsel that was inadvertently left on your branches as a token reminder of the glory once bestowed upon you. You brightened someone’s home quite a bit and kept a stiff upper lip the entire time, proudly showing off your shiny decorations. And all the while, you never once complained when they forgot to water you, as you assumed you’d found your forever home. Well, maybe next time the stars will be aligned in your favor, dear friend. For now, it wasn’t meant to be.
Dear Christmas Tree, if I didn’t know any better I’d say someone had their way with you and then left in the gutter to sing for your supper. But alas, there’ll be no more suppers in your future. No more good times in this life. The sun is setting on you and soon you’ll be in a better place. Let’s hope that, wherever life finds you, there’s a nice wooden stand available to help keep you upright. That and a little trim will suit you well.
Thank you for bearing with me while I laid these trees, a gift of nature, to rest. Here’s to a new year, a fruitful one, a good one.
Here’s to you, my friends in the blogosphere. Happy New Year to all and to all a good night!