Okay, so I admit the title of this sounds deeper than what this will actually be about but I had to get your attention somehow. Right?
Growing up we always had a fake tree. There was one picture taken when I was about 3 next to a real one but my mom must have given up on those after that. My mom is one of those people who can take the fake tree and make it look straight out of a magazine for the perfect Christmas tree.
I didn’t inherit that talent.
As soon as I moved out, I bought the BEST fake tree that would fit in my dollhouse of an apartment. Well the best that I could afford anyway.
Bonus points for trying.
Eventually when my husband and I moved in together, we bought a new one that was a bit bigger and looked a lot better. Yet, it still wasn’t all that. You could see the pole in the middle and many of the wires. We bought another one.
Last year after we took it down, I declared that the tree should be donated and that the next one would be real. No more messing around.
Welcome to Thanksgiving weekend and I can’t make up my mind what to do.
My husband says if we get a real tree we will have to get a stand, some lights, and keep it watered. We are kind of lazy people and really can’t keep plants alive either. The fake one from last year has been sitting in his office all year not exactly in the box either. It just lays there. I am pretty sure the kids have danced on it a time or two. We could put it up and declare it a Charlie Brown tree of sorts.
The outside of our house has been decorated. Christmas movies are playing and everyone is displaying pictures of their trees.
And here I sit in the darkness trying to figure out what to do.
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