It's not uncommon for husbands and wives to not exactly see things eye to eye. As much as Christopher Robin and I agree, we are equally balanced out, by all the things we disagree on. Take Christmas Trees for example. I am the type of girl who is perfectly content with an artificial tree engulfed by white makeshift fluff posing as snow. CR, on the other hand, looks at this proposal with the same disgust as if I were implying we start adopting the barn mice as pets. You bring home one mouse and suddenly you are incapable of making rational decisions? Geez...
Last year we not only failed to obtain a tree, but our determined state of minds had us in such a deadlock that the most festive thing we managed was displaying our tree skirt, on our kitchen table, as if it were intended to double as a runner. It was a sad sight and needless to say we refused to settle again on such pathetic accommodations. So we sat down and we debated it out.
CR loves having a real tree, while I find the cutting down of a tree, in sake of a holiday, unnecessary. This year her had new material to bring before the jury. He spent the majority of the season working at a Naturally Regenerating Tree Farm. Long explanation short, they cut down trees in specific locations to allow younger trees room to grow. In most cases a tree once removed allows for 2-3 or maybe even more trees to grow. He came to the table with all the facts and I conceded to reason, but not without a little feet dragging.
When we got to the property I wondered around searching for the "perfect" tree. To me the definition of this year's perfect tree not only consisted of a fat and jolly fir, but one not in the open and growing where it was obviously preventing said saplings from doing the same. This was CR's reasoning and I was holding him to it. Round and round we went searching high and low for what I considered the official evergreen of the year. I just may have been trying to procrastinate a little bit as every tree we encountered received a shake of the head and granted a pardon. Finally I was called out on my subconscious tree cutting sabotage and was given options from a line up of trees that fit the description.
I quickly ruled out one that was standing too alone and passed the torch to CR in refusal to make the final decision. Just as he was making up his mind on which tree he wanted another caught his eye. It met all of the guidelines of a Jessa approved tree extraction minus one thing. It seemed huge!
My insisting was modest and since it did meet all of my said requirements CR made the decision and within moments down went our tree. I cannot believe how sad it made me, but as we hauled the tree away my heart breathed a sigh of relief to discover what remained where it once stood. All the little saplings that may have spent years living in the shadows now had a chance to soak up the sun and a new lease on life.
So in the end CR may have won the great tree debacle, but I was sure to balance things back out with some wicked "I told you so" smiles as he struggled to get our "not too big" tree into the truck. haha
Love & Lollies...
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