I've always loved Christmas trees but have never, ever purchased a tree since I moved out of my parent's home. It never seemed worth the time and effort since I was going back to California every year anyway. Would the cats climb it? Was I to depressed at being alone to put up a tree. This is probably the most accurate explanation. So, when Vito and I were together I thought, "Okay, now we'll get a tree for Christmas." Turns out Vito could care less (emphasis on 'less') about a tree. To much effort, waste of money, no big deal. Turns out I still didn't care that much either, at least not enough to put up much of a fuss.
But something was different this year. Our second Christmas together as a married couple? Seeing my brother's beautiful tree? In any case, this year I wanted a tree. "Honey, let's get a tree this year. Not a big deal. I'll make it easy." "Oookaayyy. We'll get a tree." So two weeks ago we headed downtown to the firehouse where all the trees were lined up; any tree, $40. Easy peasy. Or so I though!
I didn't have a big preference; our space is small so it couldn't be to tall, to wide etc. One walk up and down the line and I pointed at one and said, "Sure, that one looks good. Wrap 'er up." But no....
Vito is walking up and down the line with two firemen following him, pulling out various trees for his inspection. Turn it this way and that. Could they stand these three together so Vito could do a comparison. That one had a bare spot it seemed. This one was to short. $40 each you say? Well then, show me the biggest one.
Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Let's not go crazy here.
30 minutes later "we" picked out the perfect tree. The first thing Vito does in the morning it plug in the tree and check to see that it has enough water. He wanted to make sure it was in a spot that we could see from the kitchen and the living room. When the time comes he's going to be very sad to get rid of the tree.
So, it turns out my man found his opinion. Nice :-)
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