The Christmas Tree


I have a confession to make. I haven’t put up the Christmas tree in a decade.  Partly it was laziness, but partly it was not being in a Christmas mood.  I separated just before Christmas and I let everyone know by sending out my Christmas cards with only one name on them.

I still went to family Christmas. I still bought and wrapped presents.  I still grumbled about the commercialization of Christmas, I still sung the River by Joni Mitchell every single time it came on the radio–and searched it out on YouTube whenever I wanted.  I still watched Die Hard.  I just didn’t want to celebrate Christmas at home.


This year, because I promised my mother, I put up the tree. I still have mixed feelings, but the tree is up, there’s eggnog in the fridge, the falling-apart pinecone wreath is on the door, some stocking stuffers have been bought, and I know where the Christmas CDs are.

So, I guess I have done enough.

About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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2 Responses to The Christmas Tree

  1. Honestly, if I could skip the whole thing I would 🙂 But the kids like Christmas with all the hoopla and they’re 12 and 14 and still into it.

    Merry Christmas! The food and drink are usually the highlight anyway.

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