As with most things in my New York City apartment, I make do – and my Christmas tree this year was no exception. I figured there was no point in buying a real tree when I would be here to enjoy it for only 12 days, and then after surveying the apartment, I figured there was definitely no space to put it anyway. The two-square foot area next to the couch was tempting to fill, but my visions of green quickly vanished with the thought of being accosted by pine needle pokes and Fraser fir sap each time I entered the apartment. And who am I kidding – do you really think I have boxes of Christmas ornaments tucked away under my bed?
So with a little bit of creativity – not to mention a little bit of tape – I finally put to use the swag of garland I had planned to throw away back in June, the string of red lantern lights I had piled in a heap back in September, and the incredibly long J. Crew green ribbon I’d kept since untying it from a birthday present back in November. After a few minutes of twisting and trimming, I plugged the lights in and stepped back to assess my work. Seeing the masterpiece as only the artist can, I clapped my hands with delight – the lights glowed just right and the zigs zagged in perfect order. Santa will have somewhere to put the presents after all!
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