Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree....

[said_scarlett]

Oh sweet Trisha, mother of Elrics, what a day!

I was rousted at about 9 for tree hunting. I didn't sleep well last night - I was able to knock myself out around 3, but was woken up by my humidifier making god awful noises at around 4:30. Getting back to sleep was difficult.

So I get dressed, we go to the tree lot... and discover it doesn't open until 2 pm. Bless my mother, she never bothered to check. Or she did and she forgot. So cue griping and arguing about what to do, while spending half an hour in the parking lot. We head over to the hardware store to grab some hooks for the mantle and whatnot, then hit McDonald's for lunch. We've still got an hour. So we sit in the parking lot.

Yes, the majority of my day was spent in a Christmas tree lot parking lot. We get a tree. We get it home. We wrestle with it to get it in the stand. There is yelling and cursing and the dog is going ballistic. The cat attempts to make friends with the tree. There is more yelling and cursing, and the cat is out out. Branches need to be trimmed. The tree needs to be straightened. Still the cursing and yelling. It is a great fiasco. The tree, we discover upon finally screwing it into the stand, is crooked.

At this point, we say 'fuck it'. We turn the tree until it creates the optical illusion of being straight. Then the propane truck showed up, off schedule. More hysterics from the dog. Epic hysterics. She's throwing herself against the door of the bedroom we closed her into for the festivities.

I'm sore, achy, covered in sap and wondering why the hell I love the Christmas season so damn much.

But hey! We might get snow this weekend!

Comments

[nijawial.livejournal.com]

You should have seen what Christmas tree hunting was like when I was little. My step-dad always had to have the perfect tree. He had this huge list of requirements. It had to be taller than him, wider than him lying down, no bare spots, if a lot didn't have the perfect one, go to another lot. This was an all day event... and usually we had to cut the tree down so it would fit in the house.I have pictures of one tree we had to tie to the wall!

One time my grandmother got pissed at how picky he was, and threw this Charlie Brown tree (branch XD) at him and told him that it was the one they were going with.

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

Oh man, I'd have given up if it were like that. Our only requirements are that it's relatively even in fullness, and will fit in our house. That's it. It doesn't take more than ten or so minutes to find one, once we get to the lot.

HA!

[nijawial.livejournal.com]

When the "perfect tree" couldn't be found in Phoenix, sometimes we went to Flagstaff. My mother eventually decided that she had enough and bought a fake tree.

[ex-talia-sp.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness we use an artificial tree. Getting a real one would be epic fail. Yay for snow!

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

I can't bring myself to use a fake one. I love the real ones way too much. But it is a huge hassle.

[lovelies.livejournal.com]

Somehow I missed the word 'tree' and for a moment thought you'd actually gone hunting. With that in the brain the story seemed so much funnier. :-)

Anyway, I'm sorry it was such a drag.

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

Ha! I can only imagine how that must have read. It's hunting season out here, too....

At least it makes a funny story!