We finally got a Christmas tree yesterday. We had been putting it off because of Ches' work and school schedules, my schedule (concert, Christmas shopping, etc.) then it was raining and raining. We didn't want a wet tree and our porch doesn't stay dry, so it doesn't do to let it sit there and get dry. We finally sucked it up and said we would get a wet tree (we went when it wasn't raining, although it had rained all night), but all the lots were closed. We ended up in the K Mart Superstore, and we bought a fake tree.
That's right. A fake tree.
Now, I know most of you probably have fake trees and quite enjoy that. Most people seem to be that way these days. But we are REAL tree people. We love the look, feel, and smell of a real tree. We have a saw specifically for trimming the trunk of the tree each year (okay, so we take it camping with us, too, but it's mostly our Christmas tree saw). We enjoy stringing lights on the tree. We enjoy measuring out just the right amount of water and everything. Well, maybe we don't enjoy it, but it is part of the ritual.
However, this tree was on sale, it's really pretty, and it's just about the only fake tree that we found that wasn't pre-lit (we have our own lights, thank you very much). We bought it yesterday morning, Ches went to work, I babysat 4 kids, then we put the tree together and decorated it. I have to say, we are pretty pleased with it.
Next year, we will probably still get a real tree. This is now our official "back-up" tree. And someday, when we have a house of our own, we will have two Christmas trees: one that is all decorated perfect and beautiful that no one is allowed to touch but me, and one that is all lovely and colorful and full of mismatched ornaments and glitter covered pictures that the kids made into ornaments at school. That is the one in the family room with all the presents under it. And that will be the real tree.
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A tree is really what you make it and the care and joy you put into how you decorate it and who you decorate it with. That is what you will always remember.
you know... honestly, the only tree i can ever remember having as a kid wasn't fake or real. i mean, it was fake... but not realisticly fake. in fact... it was a tree made from material, and it was pretty small.
surely we had a real or fake tree, but i don't remember. that's strange...
We have a fake tree and I'm fine with that except it smells like plastic and that's the only thing I don't like about it. Maybe I need to try the pine scented candle thing.
I am so a real tree person! We cut down our own this year... SO FUN!
My mother in law is hillarious... she has one real tree in the family room, and about 8 fake trees throughout the house... she makes me laugh!
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