Picking a tree each year is getting trickier.
For years our kids and hubby picked the tree.
Now its just us, him and me! We have some issues.
– The prices have gone up considerably
– We forget to go out early enough so the choices are limited.
– We don’t want a prickly one because it pricks us when decorating it
Hubby went and shook the daylights out of this tree and we went with
it. The bottom half was struggling but we knew we could decorate it.
In the end it works. Our grown kids get a kick out of our choices.
“Mom and Dad have the shortest fat tree.”That’s what I heard one
of the grown girls relay to her sister while helping us decorate.
In years past our tree has reached almost to the ceiling.
This year the star barely comes above the stair railing.
In the end I think it’s charming. All lit and happy. It doesn’t
know its short and fat and that its bottom branches are spindly.
