My Charlie Brown Christmas
It happens every year. Right on the heels of the most gluttonous Thursday of my life, it strikes: Christmas season.
In fact, it seems like even before Thanksgiving is over, the makeshift pumpkin patches of Halloween have magically transformed into Christmas tree lots. Rooftops are trimmed with various blinking colorful lights. And front lawns are now covered with inflatable or mechanical woodland creatures–or both.
It all walks a thin line between festive and seizure inducing.
And just as would be shoppers have claimed another Wal-Mart employee, I am stuck there with my annual Frosted Mini-Wheats dilemma: The kid in me really wants a fresh Christmas tree, but the adult in me cannot justify it.
I know what you are probably thinking. Why not an artificial tree? All I can say is that it’s just not the same.
As a kid, my father and I went to tree farms where we would chop one down in its prime. Not one of those “lots” people go to these days. I have very fond memories of being covered in tree sap, and impaled with pine needles. All of which I cherish to this day.
Do you know how hard it is for an environmentalist to reconcile memories of chopping down a tree? It sucks.
I have tried other options. My favorite is the Christmas rosemary bush. It comes all Christmas-tree-shaped. And it isn’t like the smell of rosemary is a horrible thing.
But in the end, it’s not the same. I come back to this point because I think this is the same dilemma we all face everyday. As we work towards a greener lifestyle, how do we balance habits that we cherish with “what is right?”
I’d like to say I know, but I really don’t. Do you?
As for the Christmas tree, well, most years I just don’t get one. Instead I cruise the lots like a meth addict, taking in that pine fresh smell and reminiscing about the good ol’ days. But some years I do break down and buy one.
Don’t even get me started on whether or not I should get it flocked.
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