A Well-lit Tree

I put up two Christmas trees. The first one is artificial. It is the “children’s tree.” It is decorated with ornaments that chronicle my girls’ life. The story begins with baby’s first Christmas ornaments and then progresses from Sesame Street characters all the way to Family Guy.

My second tree is real—it is mine. I dress it with bows and special glass ornaments from my youth as well as some still left from my father’s youth. I place it in my dining room so we can enjoy its beauty as we eat Christmas dinner.

My mother recuperated after her eye surgery last week at my house. Post-surgery her vision was very limited. Recovery was slow and frustrating. She was trying very hard in the face of her limitations.  And despite her poor vision she went into my living room to “see” the first of my two trees. My mother understands that trees are my thing—I love them. I am precise and deliberate when I decorate them.

And in admiration and support through the visual haze she told me That tree is beautiful! You always do such a good job with the lights—they are always so even! And I smiled and said I hope so. That tree is pre-lit.

And then we both giggled.

Sometimes laughter is the best medicine. It provides a well needed temporary cure.