I was helping trim the company’s Christmas tree a few days ago, when it struck me how long it’s been since I’ve actually decorated my home for the holidays. Sure, I’ve put the occasional string of lights in the window or put out a rich red tablecloth, but nothing to any great extent. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a Christmas tree in my own living room. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever had one, other than the miniature tree a guest brought over one time. It’s not that I have anything against Christmas trees, it’s just that I’ve been away, or that there hasn’t been enough room, or that I’ve been too busy, etc.
If I were to have a tree of my own, what would I have it look like? Would it be a towering natural wonder, with a trunk as wide around as my leg, decorated with full-sized Christmas stockings, animatronic nutcrackers, and electric candles? Would it have Lionel trains steaming round and round on tracks beneath, or even better, spiraling through the branches? Or would it be a plastic impostor, flocked with fake snow, coated in tinsel and bedecked in fluffy plastic garland? Or maybe would it be a severe aluminum abstraction, with gleaming five pointed stars dangling from the tip of each serrated branch? Or would it be a minimal impression of a Christmas tree- nothing but a springlike spiral of illuminated rope ending in a softly pulsating frosted ball at the cone’s apex? Would it be something absurd, such as mannequin dressed in a Christmas tree costume? Or would it be something surreal and unexpected?
Maybe we’ll find out next year.