Oh, and we got a tree. EEK!
I love Christmas trees. Remember, I didn't always have a real Christmas tree. No sir, Dante wouldn't indulge my whims for the first couple of years of our marriage. See?
But then the Mister got wise to the fact that I was determined to have a tree, despite his attempts to squash my Christmas spirit (Seriously, the man likes to pretend he's a scrooge. He said our child is not allowed to like Christmas. That he's going to beat our kid on Christmas each year so that they despise the holiday as much as he pretends too. Truth be told, I think he kind of likes the season, he just doesn't know how to admit it. Oh, and he'd never beat anyone, except at cards, and only because he cheats.)
Anyhow, this year, I tried to up the ante and go to a "cut your own" place. We've got a good two years of real Christmas trees behind us, and it felt like it was time to make the leap. So we went to a place near us, that boasted of White Pines and Something Blue and a few types of Cedars... it was a gamble, but we tried it. And when we got there, I would have sworn I was in Whoville. (Seriously, who know Whoville was in rural SC, past the fallen down trailers and over-stuffed garages in what looked to be a Hoarders paradise?)
|Are you seeing what I'm seeing?|
Anyone else see trees that have obviously been popped open like an umbrella?
|How about now?|
Seriously, they wanted you to take a tree like this home, and make it your Christmas tree.
I've never seen them like this!
The ones in the background look even more weird and animated-like!