I'm Missing the Christmas Tree Already

I hate taking the Christmas tree down. I hate the actual boring process, but I also hate the fact that the tree is down. Not so much because the holidays are over, but because I like the tree and now it won't be there all lit up at night.

There have been so many times in the middle of summer when I've walked into the living room at night and I expected to see the tree all lit up in the corner, then I'm disappointed when I realize it's not there.

I don't know why this happens, it's not that I don't know it's June or July, but I realized that it might have to be with tv shows in the summer -- a lot of them show Christmas in June or July, especially reality shows, because they are usually shown six months after they are filmed, so it would be the Christmas time episodes we're watching in June or July and I guess this puts the idea in my head that it's winter, when it's summer. I guess I get so into the show I'm watching that it transports me into that season. After watching an hour or so of the ladies on The Real Housewives of New Jersey skiing, or snow fighting, or opening holiday gifts, this can put you in a wacky frame of mind.

In real life, I've been in San Francisco and thought I was in in New York until I've walked outside and saw the Transamerica pyramid building and was shocked back into reality and I've been in Key West thinking I was in New York until I stepped outside into the humidity and palm trees. It's interesting how your mind, or my mind, plays tricks on me. In Key West, I had been watching reruns on New York's WPIX Channel 11 all night, which for some reason, was part of their cable system in Key West; so after a night of The Odd Couple and The Honeymooners and Cheers, with all the New York commercials shown, and the WPIX New York news thrown in, I just naturally thought I was in the Big Apple when I stepped outside.

Recently I was in a bar in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I thought I was in Boston, it just looked and felt like a place I had been somewhere near Fenway Park, then I was brought back to reality when the bartender spoke in his thick Brooklyn accent. He wanted to know if we wanted more Pickle Backs. We did.

So now that the Christmas tree is gone for the year, I'm sure one night in mid-July, after an episode or two of some tv shows which takes place at Christmas time, I'll go into the kitchen for a drink, pass the living room on the way, and sneak a peak of the lit Christmas tree, which of course, won't be there. I'm tempted to leave the tree up all year, I've had friends do that. But I can't, I think by doing that you'll get so used to seeing it that it's not a treat anymore. You have to have the summer let down in order to have the December excitement, I think.