The big tree is standing proud at the Johnson Plantation. So far, it has only been bedecked with 1,000 lights. I’m thinking it looks pretty good & that might be all that happens to it.
Here’s how it happens every year:
Me: “Are we doing a live tree or a fake one this year?”
J: “I like the live ones. Don’t you?”
Me: “Yes. Can we go cut one down at Hal’s?”
J: “Why can’t we just get one from the store?”
Me: “Because it will be fun to go cut one down.”
He wears me down over the next few days & I start scrutinizing the ones at the store, & he comes by to pick up my selection. I always have eyeballed the biggest, tallest, fluffiest one that’s still under 12′.
“No, it’s not! It’s perfect.”
Then he calls me Clark & tries to steer me toward the piddly 5-footers.
Eventually we compromise & get a very full 7′ one.
And I come home & it’s all set up & ready to decorate. And I put on It’s a Wonderful Life or Home Alone or National Lampoon’s & get to it.