A Perfect Tree?

I solemnly declare that I am about to finally decorate the Christmas Tree with all the baubles, angels, and sparkly things that go with it. The lighting has been done by my other half, seems it's a man's job and I don't miss it anyway. But now it's my turn to complete the bargain. And at times like this I remember one special tree decorated to perfection. A perfect tree standing on a perfectly creased sparkling white tablecloth sitting in perfect prominence to its surroundings. Total effortless perfection. I would like to be able to do that, and I'll try, but my creases will not be as perfect. Nor will my tinsel head north and south, west and east in such perfect glory. But I'll try, at least the picture sticks in my mind perfectly and when I'll be toothless in and old people's home, then I can mentally look back on the perfect trees and smile to myself. I will smile, not laugh, a knowing smile of someone who's been there, done that. And if it so happens that the old people's home I am in dawns with a sparkling perfect tree, then I know that I have a friend in the complex. Right now, we're rather far away from being called old people. But I will never ever forget my astonishment. Because this perfection comes from a man, for one, and usually perfectionists are so hard to please. But then comes Mrs. Life and throws in one or two of these people for good measure. It is of course beautiful to work with someone who will bend over backwards even when it comes to timetabling, because that will be perfect. Perfectionists also usually have no time for little people, but this one does with a vengeance. People who work perfectly in every way will not necessarily be very popular, sometimes because we see what is lacking in our own selves. I see that, but it doesn't make him less popular. You have two options, either to be glad, or not to be glad. I choose the gladness, all the perfect gladness. We meet so many people in the thing I call Mrs. Life. But so very few stick to us for some reason or other. Sometimes it's for the worse. But when you have met a sheer perfectionist, all genius, with a mind and heart to match then I can only say, thank you Mrs. Life. Some people will accept it as a threat. I don't. I gladly, perfectly accept it and hope that we are still very far away from old people's homes.