This year, I toyed with the idea of buying a real, live Christmas tree. I thought about driving to a tree farm in Wisconsin and beginning a tradition of La and me chopping down our own tree. But then I had a flashback of one year when my mom and I decided to chop down a tree together. It was definitely one of our finer Lucy and Ethel moments. I'm surprised neither of us were crushed by the tree. I'm also surprised that the tree didn't fly off the minivan during our drive home.
I also remembered that if I were to purchase a real tree, then I'd need a new tree stand, and I'd have to remember to vacuum up the needles. And water the dang thing. Considering the longevity of La's recent Chia Pet, I decided that watering plants ain't my thang.
So. I give you our trusty, old, artificial tree that I dug out of my neighbor's trash five years ago, in all its glittery glory.
I can't really take any credit for how it looks this year. My mom and dad dragged it out of the basement; My mom strung the lights, using three strands more than I did last year (I love how it glows!); Aunt M and La hung the ornaments. All I did was top it with the star and string the garland.
Ain't she a beaut?
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