Musings from the God of Cities

yes, yes, i realize it's officially after christmas, but like i said in my last post, i wanna get in as much 2004 stuff as i can while it's still 2004. that said, i present to you my the story of my very first christmas tree. growing up, my folks never got my siblings and i a real christmas tree. i think my mom didn't want to deal with picking up needles, and my father just didn't want to deal. through the miracle of half-assed parenting, though, they did managed to decorate random household objects too take the place of a real tree. more often than i care to admit, my childhood christmas tree was a lamp with decorations scotch-taped to it. there was always plenty of presents, but i always thought it would have been nice to have an actual and factual christmas tree. fast forward to this year. i'd bought a bunch of really nice ornaments at the moma store on ultraclearance and decided i was gonna get a tree. and get a tree i did. i enlisted in the aid of my formerworkgirlfriend and christmas entusiast, princess regina phalange:


we went out and bought me a lil' ole tree...


and took it home to decorate. i let princess regina do most of the tree-trimming. and by "i let" i mean "i was told to 'cause i was 'doing it all wrong.'"










me being me, some of my decorations were things that i'd found out on the street, like this earing:



when all was said and done, i had a my first tree, and underneath it, some lovely presents (courtesy of princess regina and her mum)