Early Sunday morning I got up, plugged in the lights to the Christmas tree and then poured myself a cup of coffee. While standing in front of the tree, still in my p.j.s, I started to hear a sizzling sound. Was it the coffee maker? I listened carefully. The coffee maker was indeed making a sizzling sound where I had just dripped a bit onto the hot plate of the coffee maker while pouring a cup, but this wasn’t it.
I leaned my head in carefully and realized that this was a separate sound. The tree was actually making a sizzling sound. My first thought was that a light had overheated and must be burning a branch. I immediately unplugged the tree and stood listening. Nothing appeared to be burning. I couldn’t smell anything and there wasn’t any smoke. I had envisioned myself dragging the tree quickly through the garage while wearing oven mits and then throwing it into the street while hosing it down with the garden hose, all while still dressed in my pajamas.
The coffee maker continued to make the sizzling sound and for a moment there I thought, okay, I’m losing my mind. The coffee maker and the tree are communicating with each other in some bizarro language. Yeah, I’d be a real nutter(as Bettina would say) to think that! 😉
Hubby came in from getting the newspaper and I called him over to hear this sound. Luckily it was still as loud as ever. “What the heck is that,” I asked him. It sounded like it was ready to self-combust. We could only surmise that it was the sap running through the trunk and branches. The heat was on in the house and the morning sun was coming in the windows. Alas, another mystery is solved in the Monsoon household. I’ve listened in a few times and the sound has stopped. In all my Christmases I don’t think I’ve ever heard that from a tree before.