Though visions of sugar plums and potential blog posts have been dancing in my head for weeks, I've been busy developing carpal tunnel syndrome by logging hours on end translating and writing for other people. Consequently, I haven't had much of a chance to update the blog; however, I managed to tear myself away from my latest translation project to tell you about the tree we decorated two weeks ago.
December 8th, the Feast of the Immaculate Conception or El Día de la Virgen, is the traditional date for decking the halls and trimming the tree in these parts. So, we dutifully unpacked the Christmas ornaments and assembled our brand spanking new artificial tree for the official "opening ceremonies" of the holiday season. (For the record, virtually no one uses a live tree here.)
Ah, but this fake tree has a story behind it. You see, two years ago I spent the entire southern hemisphere summer here in Necochea with Daniel and his family, including, of course, the holiday season. As one can imagine, I posted lots of photos documenting my time here, and I made sure, in particular, to take plenty of snaps at Christmas.
Let's just say that after reviewing the evidence, my stepdad had a hard time accepting that I could spend Christmas with anything less than an 8-foot tree, trimmed to the hilt. This man is Mr. Christmas—the king, if you will, of fabulous holiday decorating both indoors and out. If he were to ever fall upon hard times, I'm confident that he could open a Christmas store and not have to purchase a single item of stock. Seriously.
[Can you guess which of these was our old tree? Hint: it's not the one on the left.]
And well, clearly our little tree did not pass muster, so Mr. Christmas took Navidad into his own hands. He sent down with my dad—cushioned in the bottom of a suitcase filled with lots of other goodies—a lovely new tree for us that's not nearly as vertically-challenged. (Did I mention that my dad, my stepmom and my stepdad spoiled me to death for Christmas?)
Where did I get the ornaments, you ask? I actually devoted an entire small suitcase to my Christmas stash when I came down to Argentina last October. (I know, it's a sickness. Look what he's done to me.) Before I moved, I gave away many of my ornaments and decorations, but my faves made the long haul to Necochea.
Ok, so we've established that the Charlie Brown tree had to go. Now, I proudly present our new Christmas tree, version 2.0. Please, hold your applause until the end.
¡Felices Fiestas a todos! Happy Holidays!