I bought an artificial Xmas tree when I got this house. I got a white tree that has loops for ornament hooks and lights on the tips of all the branches. The lights are blue and white and there’s a rheostat to make the alternate at whatever speed suits you. You can leave them all on or change at any speed up to seizure-inducing fast (my son’s favorite).
I got white replacement lights and multicolored replacement lights. And after fixing all the blown out white bulbs with colors, we decided we like for it to move from white to color rather than from blue to color. So I’m shifting the bulbs. It is a long, thumb-abusing process. I don’t think I’ll get it all done before Loki gets home so I’m aiming for half. One side will be white with multicolored alternates in the blue bulbs and the other side with be blue with multicolored alternates in the white bulbs.
And all of that makes my Xmas tree even more strange.
I have memories of my childhood on that tree. Memories of my son’s childhood. Souvenirs of places we’ve been. Shout-outs to the path I’ve taken. A trout from the freshwater aquarium in Chattanooga is one of the more non-traditional ornaments. Loki and I were there with my family when he was 3. We have 2 floating Buddha heads and a little skull. There is an old man that was probably meant to be one of the 3 wise men but I have named him Lao Tzu. There are 2 golden apples. Loki and I have deemed them Erisian. There is a lot of sparkle and some very traditional Xmas stuff, Santa, red-white-and-green balls, stars, crocheted snowflakes. And a pickle.
My tree is a festival of light and a remembrance tree. It is Yggdrasil. It tickles the magpie in me.
I decorate to lighten the dark season and to give myself a happiness. There is warmth in the memories and joy in the glitter. I really don’t require any other significance.