So I made the executive decision this year: we had one weekend to get a Christmas tree, so while Todd stayed home with a sick little Luke, I went with my parents to pick out a tree and cut it down. I picked out the keeper and took him home. It still took us another week or two to actually decorate - but we eventually got around to it.
One of the first things I noticed about our house when we found it last year was that it had the "perfect" Christmas tree spot. And it fit perfectly. And by perfectly, I mean we had to cut off the top of the tree to make it fit. Apparently, I imagined more glorious, lofty high ceilings than we actually had.
I'm no longer allowed to Christmas tree shop by myself.
One of the first things I noticed about our house when we found it last year was that it had the "perfect" Christmas tree spot. And it fit perfectly. And by perfectly, I mean we had to cut off the top of the tree to make it fit. Apparently, I imagined more glorious, lofty high ceilings than we actually had.
I'm no longer allowed to Christmas tree shop by myself.
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