Real or artificial?
It’s a debate for the ages. Some suggest full and natural, the way God created them, is the best. Others think there is nothing wrong with the artificial version, and that sometimes perfection is attained through a manufacturer, not necessarily nature. This is especially true when you are particular on size, shape, uniformity.
You know we’re talking about Christmas Trees here, right?
This year I decided I’d really like a real tree. And then I furthered the concept by deciding I’d like to get one from Mom and Dad’s property. Dad was thrilled. Mom objected. Especially when I asked for one of these…..
So, I relented. After all, I didn’t want to look greedy. Dad was keen to help us out, and scouted a couple of locations. The problem was, everybody had an opinion about what kind of tree we should have. We struck out with the big truck, and headed back the lane way. After a brief search, the guys decided they found “The One”.
So, we kept walking, and walking.
Then they found this one…
Still walking. Getting cold now people!
Then we came across this one.
Now we’re talking turkey! We all agreed, this was our tree. The Big Guy got the cutting started with the handsaw, and Second Born Son quickly took over.
and cut. Finally, we thought we heard something!
I didn’t think it was serious, after all, my father is howling with laughter. But it looked like assistance may have been required!
More than just a little ham was being served here, folks.
So after First Born Son took off to locate the truck, the rest of us debated the best route to get the tree out of the forest.
Why, yes, that is a water gun. Why is my father holding a water gun? Because he’s carrying it back to the house for SBS. Why do we have a water gun? Because we are looking for a Christmas tree…Do I have to explain EVERYTHING???
Finally, we are making tracks.
We load up the tree and take it home. Where, suddenly, something becomes apparent….
Yes, that’s the tree, upright, outside the house. Adjacent to the sliding glass doors. No photoshopping here, Jack. That tree is THAT TALL. Hmmmm. Wisely, The Big Guy decided to wait until I was at work to bring the tree in the house. We knew the tree would need a little trimming. The top was very spindly, so we figured nipping that off would solve the problem. What I missed was A LOT of trimming. A LOT of sap and, my favourite, a middle of the kitchen stump docking. Yes, A SAW IN MY KITCHEN.
Thankfully, when I came home, all I saw was this…
Let’s pause for a moment and note the amount of clearance between the top of my tree and my HAND PLASTERED CEILING!!! We opted for denial and started decorating.
Again, I’m going to draw your attention to the TOP OF MY TREE!!!
Finally, after covering ourselves in sap, spruce needles and glitter, we had ourselves a Christmas Tree! We had one last thing to do…
Folks, if my angel were to sneeze, she’d be wiping sap off her nose. The Big Guy crammed her on so hard, she might have to go out with the tree.
With my tree lit and angel
violated installed, it finally felt like Christmas had arrived!
From our house to yours, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!