There are obviously different kinds of folks in the Christmas tree world. We're not the 'cut your own tree down' folks. Or the 'buy one in a burlap sack' folks. Or 'go the Christmas tree farm on Christmas Eve wearing matching scarves' folks. Before moving here, and let me just draw you a map showing exactly where here is, X will mark the spot.
no X where
(Right in the middle. But it's actually really fun to be here. Come on around some time!)
Anyway, when we lived in an area that had a Home Depot we used to buy our tree at Home Depot.
We'd go as a family, I'd insist Mark bring along his own razor knife, because who wants a tree other people have already looked at and rejected. No. That does not work. I don't want somebody else's rejected Christmas tree.Instead, we (the Mark part of we) cut the ties on the still-wrapped up trees then we (again, the Mark part) shake them out then we (the Me part of we) judge shape to find the one that has been properly pruned for the last 9 years making a beautifully shaped Christmas tree.
Repeat. 9-21 times. This is not Mark's favorite part about Christmas.
I had the thought that perhaps we could buy an artificial tree this year. Mark's still getting the crop out of the field, so he's not very available to go tree shopping with us. And as you can discern from the description, he is an integral, albeit, begrudging member of the tree buying scenario. I can't hold the tree and visually measure up the tree by myself. This is just another reason God gave me a husband. But when I spoke aloud this idea at breakfast this morning, the kids went ballistic. No! No-ooooo! Why?! No! And my melo-dramatic firstborn, "It would be like a fake Christmas!"
One thing we cannot have is a fake Christmas. It must be a real Christmas. We'll continue to suspend our disbelief about certain other aspects about Christmas like:
- Jesus was probably not born in December, most likely more like September
- Saint Nick's day is actually December 6, not December 25
- Santa Claus (spoiler alert!!!) is not real
Sorry, Mark. I tried. I really tried. But the resounding verdict is that we'll wait for you to go tree shopping. Betcha can't wait! (giggle) Hurry home!