We got the tree put away for another year and all the evdence of Christmas past stored in the garage. I must say, there is a lot less sorrow with taking apart and storing a fake tree than there is putting a live one out by the curb to be destroyed by the trash men and put into a landfill.
When I was a child in Panama we would take our dried out fir tree to a big open lot with all the other trees each family brought after Christmas. Every one had a live tree in those days. By the time they were shipped to Panama from up north they were already pretty dry when we put them up and decorated them, with piles of pine needles to be swept up each day.
In the evening we would burn them in a huge bonfire. We would all stand around it, watching until the last tree had burned to ashes. It was a glorious sight! Then we would bring out our hotdogs and marshmallow and roast them on sticks in the embers. Now that was a fitting end to a tree that had served us in a proud and noble way.
I talked to my art teacher today about the upcoming class begining this week. That gets the juices flowing and the excitement for a new class started. I'm looking forward to a new and refreshing approach to the lessons. New year, new beginnings! Some of the old and some of the new. That's when life is truly good.
No comments:
Post a Comment