"The Christmas tree is the centerpiece of Christmas, and ours is completely substandard. And I am not having that."
Last year, the lights on the artificial tree started to go bad. We bought a little gizmo that fixed them right up, and so we rolled on, our artificial tree rocking for another year. Then this year, the lights started getting funky within a few days of putting the tree up. We pulled out the gizmo, and the gizmo didn't work.
Each day, we've lost a few more lights. The tree currently stands about 1/3 lit, with a week left until Christmas.
"I think we should go out and buy a real tree." The Husband says. I arch an eyebrow his way. "Just take the decorations off, we'll get a tree, and you can redecorate it. It'll take an hour, tops." he says.
"You are out of your fucking mind." I say.
Tonight, he gets a text message and looks over at me and smiles, "I think I can get a free tree."
"Oh, really?" I say. "For what?"
"This is bullshit!" he says, and then uses the line about the tree being the centerpiece of Christmas.
"We can just wrap some more lights on it." I say, because I know there is no way in hell it will take me an hour to un-decorate, then re-decorate, the tree.
"I'll take it all down and re-do it." He says.
Over my dead body. Decorating the primary tree has been MY job since we first got a tree, and there's no way I'm going to let him screw it up, with his plastic tinsel and popcorn on a string.
Then I'm sitting here tonight, looking at our pitiful, half dark tree, and I start thinking: Maybe that would be fun. Maybe I could let the kids spend a day stringing popcorn and cranberries and making paper chains and let them decorate the tree. What is happening to me? Have I lost my mind?
What do you think?
2 weeks ago