I always admired revolving Christmas trees. The year K-mart went out of business here, I purchased a large one on sale with pre-lit all-white lights. I got rid of my old tree that took at least half an hour to assemble. The same year, I ended up winning a small fiber optic revolving Christmas tree, with multi-colored lights, from a raffle at School No. 7. My daughter Tara went to school there at the time. So we ended up with two pretty revolving trees.
When Tara was little, we used to play an "I Spy" game with the big Christmas tree. Tara would sit on one side, and I would sit on the other. We would write little notes to each other and set them on the tree with a hint of which ornament we were thinking of. The other person would keep guessing until she got it right.
We did this for years. But unfortunately, the large tree stopped revolving a few years ago. Our "I Spy" guessing games were over as a result. Also, half the lights stopped working. I've replaced them with multi-colored lights. We just accepted the fact that it no longer revolves.
Brenda Butler holding a Stimpy doll that her brother Gary gifted her.
The small tree still works great. But it's not the same for our little game. And Tara is older now, anyway.
Though I miss the large tree revolving, I remember how it attracted our cats. They used to pull the garland off the tree near the bottom, making it drag on the ground, so they could chase it as the tree moved.
This year, when Tara's boyfriend Bob Taber pulled the large tree from the shed to the living room, he laid it on the floor sideways so we could connect a few parts. My three curious male cats immediately jumped inside the tree, playing hide and seek. Then there's me and Bob, pulling cats out one by one and handing them to Tara, who was sitting in a chair nearby. "Out Mickey, out Frisko, out Pebbles!" So we could set the tree up.
Now that the tree is up, we are hoping that one of our cats doesn't knock it down, even though we're sure some of our ornaments are going to be history.
We still love our cats, and our non-revolving tree, anyway.