Christmastime at the G's
As I mentioned yesterday, it’s finally Christmastime at the G’s. Since the day after Thanksgiving I’ve had this anxiety that we were “behind” on Christmas because we didn’t have our tree. Every time I’d see a tree all lit up in a neighbor’s house I’d get all panicky, like, them too? Then I would find a house not decorated and think oh good, see not everyone has their tree yet. Never mind the Menorah in the window.
Why didn’t we just go get our tree then? Well I was hyper-focused on getting ready for the craft fair last week. Besides, Joe gets home from work way too late to drag the baby out for tree shopping midweek.
So Sunday, we headed out to a local tree farm – the real, family-owned kind, where you chop down your own tree. It was a really fun, old-fashioned experience, and we decided we’d make it a tradition… until I heard that the dead tree was $60. Is that just an expense that y’all factor in to your December budget every year? This is our fifth married Christmas, but the first year we’ve bought a tree bigger than 4′, so I had no idea trees could be so expensive. Our one-bedroom Boston apartment didn’t really beg for a giant tree, and neither did the tiny farm cottage. Our first year married we actually purchased a live potted Deodar Cedar and planted in our yard (at the house that is now a rental). The tree is still alive and thriving and we’ve left our renters with strict instructions to water it.
Yes, we still have the rabbit years that give us two channels. Tacky, I know. I thought about taking them down for this photo, but that felt disingenuous. Also I was lazy. So you get a glimpse into our living room in its most natural state. Oh and the crate on the ground is a feeble attempt at baby-proofing the tree. ^^
Our entire collection of Christmas decorations can fit in a couple of shoe boxes, so we don’t have that much to work with. We’ve moved around so much that we haven’t accumulated tons of stuff. So I set out our few humble decorations and then supplemented with lots of natural stuff after my dad brought me a garbage bag of redwood tree trimmings and giant pinecones from his property. He was pruning the tree branches anyways and would have just thrown them away if I didn’t use them.
My grandma (who was the best person I have ever known, I kid you not), gave my brother and I this nativity set when we were little. I have such special memories of setting it up every year. My mom had a nativity of her own, but this one was OURS. Then when I was 17, a forest fire came through and took every material possession I’d known, including this. I had forgotten about it (when you lose everything, you don’t really keep a record of all that you’ve lost, if you did, you’d go insane) until I stumbled upon one just like it at a local antique store. (Toys from my childhood are antiques?!) Of course I bought it, and that’s the one you see pictured here. I set it up this year almost reverently. Soon Baby G will love to set it up herself… I guess I’ll let her.
And here is our living room, all Christmas-ified. It’s not showy or Pinterest worthy but it is so us. It’s the kind of place we can relax, stare at some white lights and be a family.
I’d love to see pictures of your home this season. If I get enough, I’ll feature them in an upcoming post. I love seeing what other people’s homes look like this time of year. Find me on Twitter: @carlygelsinger.