Dec 22 2008
The Topper
At some point last week, we managed to put the tree up. Because regardless of whatever personal crisis the adults in the vicinity are fielding, the kids in the house need a tree.
They. Need. It.
They will ask every day when they can pick one. When it will be brought home. When they can decorate it.They wonder aloud how Santa will be able to bring them gifts if the house is bereft of a dolled up Frasier fir. They wonder if Christmas can even arrive without a tree standing guard in the center of the living room, blinking, glowing, exuding holiday cheer.
So at some point we caved and bought a tree.
Talk about excitement. Talk about glee.
I strung up the lights, the kids were responsible for the decorations. Multi-colored balls, plush bears, school crafted ornaments. All pepper the tree in a haphazard, uncoordinated, manic way that my children love.
And at the top is this lady…
Hold on, that picture doesn’t do her justice, you need to see her in all her fiber-optic glory…although this one doesn’t really give you the full, pulsating light effect.
This is our angel tree topper. A gift of Christmas past bestowed on me by my mother-in-law who thought she was simply a ceramic doll. When our Winnie the Pooh carousel topper quit spinning, I opted to put this glowing ceramic vision at the tree’s apex. Now I lovingly refer to her as the Vegas showgirl angel, which is where I think she moonlights when I unplug the power cord and head off to bed. The wild coiling blond extensions, the heavily made up bedroom eyes, the glitz on her seemingly austere robes. What other conclusion could I come to?
Now Christmas can arrive.
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I also want to take a moment to thank all of you who have stopped by with warm thoughts and well wishes since my last post. While we’re still dealing with some…er stuff, all your kind words are truly, truly appreciated.
Thank you.
