O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

Today, while the wife was out doing good deeds, I shook off the slight hangover and braved the wind and cold to buy a Christmas tree. I had to walk all the way across the street to the tree folks outside of the CVS on Court Street. There I bought the smallest tree I could find. They’d sold out the smallest of the small, so I ended up with a five-foot spruce of some sort. A little pricey for my liking, but it doesn’t shed as much as the cheap ones and is less likely to catch fire and kill us and everyone else in the building. Wouldn’t want our very first Christmas tree to be the very last.

Picked up some decorations from the CVS–standard shiny balls in two different sizes and two 100-bulb strands of white lights. Guess it’ll be some time before we can fill the tree with “unique” decorations. Susan felt it would be cheating if we went out and bought a barrell full of quirky things–and probably expensive. But we do have two non-traditional decorations–a plush Snoopy and a snow-boarding dog. No one who knows my wife will be surprised by this.

Unlike me, the tree looks good and smells good. Now, let’s see if I can sleep tonight or if the fear of burning to death will keep me awake.

4 thoughts on “O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

  1. Not my Christmas tree. I did an extensive background check. And I won’t allow its honor to be besmirched by thinly veiled illusions to an ancestral heritage steeped in Germanic paganism and Roman conquest.

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