Oh Tanenbaum
Dec. 5th, 2005 01:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timepiececlockMy parents bought a fake Christmas tree. They surprised me with it yesterday. A FAKE TREE. Of course we live in Southern California now so it's not like there's a Santa Cruz Mountain just lying around nearby for people to grow Christmas tree farms on, but still... OMG A FAKE TREE. MY CHILDHOOD IS TRULY DEAD NOW.
...looks pretty realistic though. Great needles. Just suffers from being a little too symmetrical. It's an artistic thing, noticing shit like "It's symmetrical! I hate it for its symmetricallness!"
My parents pointed out that it came with lights already wrapped around it, which is a 'good thing' because "if you didn't notice growing up, we've almost split up about 15 times while hanging christmas tree lights." I had, in fact, noticed this. It always freaked me out a little. But then I grew up with a sekrit pathological fear that my parents would just randomly decide to get a divorce one day (apparently it wasn't that sekrit and they knew I worried about it, though I never told them so go figure. Parents.) In reality they still flirt a lot and, ew, as happy as I am for them I did not need that mental image.
But really, FAKE TREE. In a year and a half I've lost my house, my city, and now my Christmas tree traditions. Goodbye lingering bits of childhood. I shall miss you.
...looks pretty realistic though. Great needles. Just suffers from being a little too symmetrical. It's an artistic thing, noticing shit like "It's symmetrical! I hate it for its symmetricallness!"
My parents pointed out that it came with lights already wrapped around it, which is a 'good thing' because "if you didn't notice growing up, we've almost split up about 15 times while hanging christmas tree lights." I had, in fact, noticed this. It always freaked me out a little. But then I grew up with a sekrit pathological fear that my parents would just randomly decide to get a divorce one day (apparently it wasn't that sekrit and they knew I worried about it, though I never told them so go figure. Parents.) In reality they still flirt a lot and, ew, as happy as I am for them I did not need that mental image.
But really, FAKE TREE. In a year and a half I've lost my house, my city, and now my Christmas tree traditions. Goodbye lingering bits of childhood. I shall miss you.
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Date: 2005-12-07 12:11 am (UTC)Nope. I learned to interject myself so it was either me & my dad or me & my mom doing the tree lights. Then we could get mad at each other instead.
It's kinda funny. Although my parents bickered as much as any married couple with kids does, the christmas tree lights were one few localized hot zones when it came to stuff. They could both be in a great mood to begin with but by the end they wanted to rip each other apart. I think it's the way light strands tangle. There's something truly evil in their ability to frustrate normally happy, reasonable people.
You have blessings to count. ;-)
I do! :D