The awesome thing about Christmas trees is that despite never looking anything in your house like they did on the lot (or in the forest, or wherever you got it from); despite being taller, fatter, more crooked, and with strange uneven parts you don't remember noticing; despite causing stupid arguments between you and your loved ones about who has to ask the price and how long this whole thing is taking; once you get them in your house and wind the lights around the trunk and over the boughs, and remember the sparkle and jingle as you hang your old ornaments, they all look beautiful.
And I speak from experience, because I have gotten all manner of Christmas trees including one really raggedy one that Shaggy and I cut down ourselves from the forest the only Christmas we spent in our apartment in Portland.
Our tree this year is a nice full noble with an indomitable twist in the trunk that we've compensated for with some creative shimming and a felt tree skirt. We love it! Only four ornaments broken during setup (I'm not pointing any fingers), and Lucy wants to turn on the Christmas tree lights first thing every morning.
And it smells really good.
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| The ornament box was as good as the ornaments. |
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| Lucy, pretending to be a cat with one of the Christmas ornaments. |
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