The thing is, it happened four years ago. You remember, right? If not, read here. It’s true. We thought our lives were in danger. They probably were. And that’s not as near-death as I’ve gotten (or even close) but we did swear we’d never do it again. That’s why we had “sensible” 10-15 foot Christmas trees for the last three years. How did we come to this again?
And how are we still standing? Better yet, how is the tree still standing? The tradition, for several years now, is to go up the street to the amazing restaurant, market, ice cream stand, butcher, deli, farm, orchard and get our Christmas tree the day BEFORE Thanksgiving. Yes, it leads to some stares, but we never decorate until Black Friday anyway. And we have so many ornaments that it takes all day, and they don’t all fit on the tree anyway! Or at least, that used to be the case.
Things were weird this year. We went to the farm, the day before Thanksgiving, (and in the rain) and they didn’t have anything big and gorgeous! So we went to yet another farm on the way home (we seriously just live on a road of tree farms) and they didn’t have any trees yet but texted their supplier for an answer. He said he had nothing big but directed us to Chestnut Mountain Tree Farm in Hatfield. Noted. Called. With that in mind for Friday, we enjoyed our Thanksgiving.
We Christmased the heck out of that morning. We had called ahead to say we wanted a large tree and they were expecting us. They took us into the forest, with a chainsaw no less, and had us pick a LARGE tree that was already slated to come down (forestry reasons..) that we would then cut the top off of to our exact specifications. We hemmed. We hawed. Athena went off gallivanting into the wilderness. We looked at so many trees that I started to get dizzy from angling my neck high.
We all have.. funny things about us. Like me. Back in my dating days I remember talking with a group of male and female friends over ice cream about our “shallow dealbreakers” in finding a partner. I didn’t really have any specific physical ones, but I said I might go one date with, but not marry, someone who voted for a different political party than me. (oh, how innocent I was back then) And I also said I would consider dating but would never marry a man who didn’t dress up for Halloween for his whole life. Well, funny about that because I married a man who dresses up to the nines on Halloween and also has no qualms about 18 foot Christmas trees! In fact, he took a video of our tree falling! Behemoth 2.
Then we had the absolute fun of getting it home! And it really was fun. I’m not kidding. The woman who rang us up is our neighbor’s sister. And people were high-fiving us about our tree. They had twine for us and then our minivan took the brunt.
Then we got home and the real fun started. We didn’t have a ladder high enough for the lights. We usually did them from the balcony but this tree was too high and needed to be tied to the wall! Cassidy said he couldn’t have done it without me, but to be honest, we couldn’t have done it without some sort of strange magic. Miraculously, we all survived unharmed.
Then came hours and hours of decorating. All is worth it, though. That feeling I get when I watch a so-bad-it’s-good holiday movie on the couch under twinkling lights? That’s the stuff! Although I wish the cat would stop drinking tree water!
This is me linking up, as one of my favorite things to do, with Finish The Sentence Friday. This week’s topic is “The holiday season is coming, and..” And there’s still time to write yours. Come link up with your spin on any of the matters: HERE.