Every Christmas since J. and I have been married, we have had a real Christmas tree. Unless you count the two Christmas seasons that we didn’t have one.
I know. For shame, for shame.
There was our first Christmas when we were traveling from Montana back to the east coast for a few weeks during the holidays so we didn’t see the point and there was no one to water it while we were away. Then, there was last year. The Awful Deployment of 2007. I couldn’t bring myself to go out and lug one home without him here. I could have asked for help but I’m stubborn. Plus, I was just all around sad to be doing Christmas without him so we opted for the two tiny trees that we bought for the kids to put in their rooms.
Sorry about the rabbit trail, back to the tree debate.
This year, I made a passing suggestion to J. that maybe we should just get an artificial tree.
I think he heard me wrong and thought I said we should sell our first born to gypsies and adopt a reindeer.
I don’t think he was fond of the idea. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not convinced that it’s what we should do but I was thinking about how much easier it would be on him putting it up with his still surgically wrapped hand. He said he’d suffer through the prickly pine needles and get a real tree.
It seems that some people have quite a strong preference about their Christmas tree. Do you? Real or fake? Is your preference true to how you were raised?