Contrast this to my husband's childhood memory: articficial tree with ever-blinking rainbow-coloured lights, multicoloured tinsel, garland, cello wrapped candy-canes and terrific, if eclectically wrapped, presents.
I know it sounds like I'm judging. (Secretly, that's cuz I am.) And while I realize this hints at my bratty unwillingness to accept all the many ways to enjoy a Christmas tree, I think we should blame my mother for instilling me with such a strong sense of how things are supposed to look.
Dontcha love how I've managed to ding everyone for my own intransigence?
So, natch, being long-married and tired of fighting, Scott and I have worked out a kind of compromise on the tree front:
- It is fake (to save the trees from needless death) but
- It is bushy and 9 feet tall but
- It may have green lights but
- They will not flicker but
- There is garland but
- No tinsel
- And the presents will be wrapped in complementary paper and ribbon
- Until that runs out whereupon S will use whatever he can find but
- Those equally loved presents will go to the back of the tree behind the matchy ones.
Now you see why we try to go away at Xmas - whereupon there is only harmony in our family.
My question for y'all is, do you have a tree? If yes, how does it work (real, fake, mini, grand)? Is the tree an extension of your fashion philosophy? I'm so intrigued to know...