Personally, I’m partial to “Hanukkah bush” as a term of choice for this wire and plastic shiny thing, partially to remind people of the mixed heritage of our family, not to mention the mixed heritage of Christmas. But it is awfully tall for a bush. Because no actual trees were harmed in the setting up of this overgrown bottle brush, perhaps I should recognize the good karma that lack of killing represents and call it a Bodhi tree…except it’s not really the Bodhi Tree.
There will be time to muse on that later. For now, I’m just celebrating that we have one and it’s up. In past years, we haven’t put one up, since we can’t have a real dead one, due to Virginia law and our building’s lack of sprinklers. [Update: This isn’t entirely accurate, see my comment in response to my cousin’s comment.] OK, truth be told, it’s also since we killed a nice potted one we have and since we go to Grammy’s for a week around Christmas anyway, which means that as soon as we got around to putting it up, we’d be leaving.
This year, however, 3B has been enraptured by the trees in the airports, stores, and neighbor’s windows, so we had to get one for him. Turns out that we don’t mind it so much either, even if we don’t know what to call it.