My favorite day of the year just might be Christmas Tree Day.
Jordan and I always get up early and have breakfast at our favorite little diner before bundling up against the cold (with coordinating plaid scarves) to head out to the tree farm where we carefully select and cut down the perfect Christmas tree.
We merrily drive home with our perfect tree strapped to the top of our jeep, and then we decorate it together while sipping hot toddys and singing Christmas carols as the snow falls gracefully outside…
Is that how Christmas Tree Day goes in your house?
Because that is so not how it goes in mine.
Maybe I wish it went a little something like that, but truth be told, it usually goes more like this…
We race out of the house about fifteen minutes before the sun sets to the local grocery store parking lot where we select a tree at random in the dark.
We throw it in the back of the pickup truck and head home only to discover in the light that the tree is crooked, bald, and/or half brown already.
We consider taking the tree back to exchange it.
We say “to heck with it” and get it in the stand.
We bicker and argue while getting the tree level.
We bicker and argue as we untangle and test lights.
We put the tested lights on the tree – and even though they were lit – now they’re not.
We bicker and argue and take lights off the tree and start over.
At this point, Jordan has usually had enough and heads up to bed while I stay downstairs and finish decorating the tree.
Then something catastrophic generally happens. One year I pushed the fully decorated tree into place, filled the stand with water, turned to walk away and realized a stream of water was following me – the tree stand was cracked and unable to hold water…
Another year I completely finished the tree only to discover a whole section of lights went out and would not come back on…
And then last year, the fully decorated tree simply started to fall over. By some miracle I just happened to be standing right next to it and was able to catch it before it hit the ground. Every morning I was terrified I would walk downstairs and see all my beautiful ornaments in a shattered mess across our living room floor.
Despite all this, I still look forward to Christmas Tree Day every single year. Who says memories are only made by perfect events? I guess I would call Christmas Tree Day an “imperfectly perfect” tradition. 🙂
This year we did things a little differently and picked up our tree while we were in Michigan. We made it to the tree farm in the daylight, found ourselves a beautiful little tree that’s not too crooked, too bare, and not brown at all – plus we saved a bundle of money to boot.
We brought it home, and didn’t argue once while getting it level.
All the lights went on without a hitch.
The stand is holding water, the lights are staying lit, and most importantly the tree is still standing tall.
By all accounts Christmas Tree Day 2015 was positively boring. 🙂
How does Christmas Tree Day usually go in your house? I love hearing stories – feel free to share below!