It's a Two Christmas Tree Christmas

Around here we measure the success of a Christmas not in the amount of lights we can hang or in the amount of presents we can give away, we don't even give a Christmas industry standard of elves on a shelf.  No, in the Anderson home we rate Christmas with the number of trees we put up in a year.

I am a firm believer in being a man and come Christmas that means putting on your boots and your flannel shirt and driving to the nearest KMart parking lot to pick out a "fresh" tree.  This is the first year I didn't have a truck so instead of tying it to the roof, I  lowered the seat and threw it in the back of our HHR, it smelled like I opened 30 air fresheners that also had real pine needles that are definitely still taunting me in the back of our car.  Regardless, this was on November 27.

Do we get excited about Christmas?  Yes, we do.  Did we get so excited that we bought our real tree too early and we had to throw it out 3 days ago because it had a better chance of catching fire than it did at spreading holiday cheer? Yes, we did.

So there I stood, at the entry way of Target, many people pushing past me trying to get their shopping done, I was trying to come to terms with doing what I was about to do, buying a fake tree.

I am a purist, I hate fake trees, they are so fake, and fake.  But after wasting 40 dollars on a real tree that was nothing more than a giant piece of kindling, I decided it was time.  I made my way to the back of Target where all the fake trees stood proudly boasting their green needles, prelit amazingness, and 50 percent off signs.  I took the plunge.

So now in our house we are fake tree people.  I never thought it to be so but alas it is true, rather than fresh pine scent coming from our den, we have the Christmas tree equivalent of a Barbie doll standing proud and true, green and beautiful in our corner.

If the amount of Chrismas trees we have gone through this year is any indication of of what Santa is going o bring me, I think I am going to make out like a bandit.  (Or at least get 2 pars of socks.)