Based on my past escapades, what makes you think I am actually capable of completing such a task without the breaking of nails and the gnashing of teeth and the ripping of garments, and, oh yeah, several curse words and much mountain dew?
Confession: I HATE decorating the Christmas tree. Now, before you call me the Grinch or Scrooge, or other heinous names, please understand the reasons behind it:
1. I have ADHD. And my medicine wears off sometime around 7ish at night. And that's usually when I decide to attempt to complete a task. Crazy, I know, but, again... how I roll.
2. I'm not perfect. Never have been, never will be. I make a mess and run with scissors and occasionally set myself on fire. But at the same time, I am a perfectionist. To my own detriment.
3. The last thing an ADHD perfectionist needs is some garland, a tree that folds into a box, and a bunch of glass ornaments. But that's what Christmas trees are made of now, so I have to deal. By cursing and said gnashing of teeth.
I tried to be all Christmas-y tonight when I decorated the tree. But it didn't work, and it was not pretty. I finally got the thing up, and though the whole process and even the end result quite remarkably resembles Charlie Brown's Christmas tree, it's my tree and I'm proud of it. It is a little bit of me. Even though nobody really sees it, except me and Daisy. It's our little tree.
And as for the process of getting the tree to where it is now? Don't worry, I took lots of pictures for your benefit:
1. Take tree out of box.
2. Try to put tree together. Fail miserably. Sit down, pout, curse, and decide to call off Christmas altogether.
3. Remember tree topper that you love so much. Find tree topper you love so much, along with ornaments for tree. Hurrah! You have ornaments! Christmas is back on! Contemplate ditching tree altogether and just gathering with dog around Christmas gnome. Decide family members would not approve.
4. Take apart tree in fit of rage and throw onto couch in pieces. Break nail. Curse repeatedly. Feel extreme guilt at cursing the holiday that marks the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ. Decide to try one more time.
5. Break first ornament of night. Yes, first. Clean up pieces. Try not to curse, as still reeling from guilt. 
6. Break second ornament of night with bare hands. Marvel in your own strength. Try to take picture of scratched-up thumb. Ditch attempt to take picture of own thumb.
7. Finally get topper on tree to stand up straight. Rest arms, as they have been above head for quite some time and no longer have blood flowing to them.
8. Throw everything in box that previously held Christmas tree, because you've cursed enough for one night to attempt to clean up mess. That is for another day.
And that, my friends, is how it all went down in my apartment this evening. But I'm in love with the end result.
* My two favorite ornaments (of the three non-silver-ball ornaments on the tree), and I'm kind of in love with the picture my camera took of them as well.
* I don't have a real tree skirt, so I took some old fabric scraps and bunched it around the bottom. I love this picture because it shows that Daisy has already knocked part of the garland off.
* And, finally, my tree glow. As much as I hate putting the Christmas tree up, this is the reason I do it. The glow. The glow of my Christmas tree. My lovely little tree.
Oh, and the December daily album, page two. It says Deck the Halls at the top of it, and based on what happened with the putting up of the tree, I just decided to put two serene pictures of the trees on it:
Peace be with you
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