Today DH and The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1 went Christmas Tree shopping. Before they left I charged The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 not to let Grandpa buy a tree that was too big.
DH has a habit of looking at trees and deciding they are all too small for our house. When he does decide on one that he is convinced is the right size he usually finds once he gets it home that he needs to chop a foot or so off to get it to fit into our room. This has happened so often that it has become a standing joke in our family.
So imagine our surprise when he arrived home with a small tree. Apparently he had seen no trees that he liked but when he got in the car to return home it soon became apparent that if he didn't buy a tree he was going to have one heartbroken little girl on his hands.
So he bought the biggest tree he could find.
And it's probably one of the smallest trees we've ever had since moving into a house with high ceilings. And when Son#2 arrived home from work he didn't even notice it. (It's not that small.)
Most importantly, the Most Adorable Granddaughter is happy. When her daddy arrived home from work she immediately exclaimed, "Look at my Christmas tree." Really, isn't that the reason we carry on these traditions - to see the children's eyes light up? And light up they did - although I wonder how much of that was due to the five boxes of unopened candy canes we found that have been hidden away since last year?
DH has a habit of looking at trees and deciding they are all too small for our house. When he does decide on one that he is convinced is the right size he usually finds once he gets it home that he needs to chop a foot or so off to get it to fit into our room. This has happened so often that it has become a standing joke in our family.
So imagine our surprise when he arrived home with a small tree. Apparently he had seen no trees that he liked but when he got in the car to return home it soon became apparent that if he didn't buy a tree he was going to have one heartbroken little girl on his hands.
So he bought the biggest tree he could find.
And it's probably one of the smallest trees we've ever had since moving into a house with high ceilings. And when Son#2 arrived home from work he didn't even notice it. (It's not that small.)
Most importantly, the Most Adorable Granddaughter is happy. When her daddy arrived home from work she immediately exclaimed, "Look at my Christmas tree." Really, isn't that the reason we carry on these traditions - to see the children's eyes light up? And light up they did - although I wonder how much of that was due to the five boxes of unopened candy canes we found that have been hidden away since last year?
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So, I've been thinking about this northern/southern hemisphere thing. So, do you celebrate Christmas in the summer? That just doesn't seem "right"!!! :) I guess you can't dream of a white Christmas, can you??
I hope you and your family have a great Christmas!