I did it. I bought a flippen’ Christmas tree. It’s a beautiful artificial Nobel Fir that does really flip. I figure I’ll have to decorate it for at least eight more seasons to make this an economically sound purchase. On the other hand, the tree is far less expensive than therapy or vacations in the sun during the dark winter season, which means I’ve now rationalized my purchase. That was easy!
It is a beautiful tree, artificial or not. Kimberley, who help me through a rather prolonged selection process, is absolutely correct — get the tree that speaks to you. This one definitely does.
It’s a bit of a new concept to me, flipping the bottom two-thirds of a 7.5 foot, very full Nobel Fir Christmas tree from an upside down position over four locked wheels to a right side up tree.
Now, instead of arguing with myself over the best tree, cutting it down, getting it tied atop the roof and getting it in and upright in a watertight container, I just wheel in the tree and quite literally flip the tree. Put on the top third of the tree, easy peasy, plug in the light cord into the socket and I’m practically ready for the holidays.
Well, not quite. First the needles need to be fluffed. Who would have thought? From what I can gather, the first fluff should take a couple hours; next year will be easier. I figure a bit of eggnog or wassail and brandy should make the whole process a lot more painless.
In irony or ironies, the flippen’ tree came with two pairs of gloves which I found hysterical. I know, there’s only one of me and I come with the requisite two hands, but even if Mr. Santa were around, and there have been a few over the course of my adult life, I can’t recall any of them that got much beyond the getting the tree into the stand stage of setup before disappearing to watch a football game, mow the lawn, clean the gutters or anything that has nothing at all to do with decorating the Christmas tree.
So, fluffing the tree with Mr. Santa? Wishful thinking, I’m afraid, but a nice thought nonetheless.
My friend Terry, who is also the best cat sitter I know (she made me say that), stayed with BlackJack over the Thanksgiving holidays, fed him turkey and now the darn cat won’t touch cat food. She also provided the comic relief after I returned home from the kids and began setting up the new Christmas tree.
I rolled the tree out of the closet, down the hall and into the living room, locked the wheels, flipped the tree, fastened its safety belt to make sure it doesn’t flip back on its own, stuck on the top and plugged it it. It was enormous — much larger than I expected, but whoo hoo, I did it all on my own!
Two hours later, with Terry and me still laughing at the absurdity of it all, the tree was fluffed and ready for decorating. Honestly, the tree is so lifelike and beautiful, it could have stood without an ornament and have been a stunning Christmas centerpiece.
nah. Of course I decorated the flippen’ tree and, like all Christmas trees, it is perfect.