A Christmas tree is not just a decoration in our house. It is a family outing, activity, and tradition.
The first week of December, we load everyone up in the car. We drive to a Christmas tree lot that looks just right, the kind that have a light-bordered sign, a hand-warming station, and rows upon rows of trees. We try to avoid stores. Then everyone tumbles over each other out of the car and spreads out to look for the ultimate goal. The perfect tree.
This was true when I was a little girl, a teenager, then a college student home to visit. And it is still true now, with my own children.
There is usually some debate about who has found the perfect tree. But after seeing them all, everyone tends to fall in love with the same one.
The tree is then tied to the top of the car roof. Everyone piles back in, chilled, but excited. The tree is taken home to be covered with lights, popcorn garlands, baubles of all colors, and a variety of ornaments made at school. Everyone gets to put something on.
The tree fills the house with woodsy freshness, soft light, and a natural gathering place Christmas morning.
Seeing a Christmas tree from this point of view, I'm sure it is not surprising that I am not a fan of artificial trees.
My stand point on artificial Christmas tress is well known. And it isn't just the ridiculous papery overly bright green look of the things.
It is the loss of the entire event that surrounds getting and setting up the Christmas tree each year. To have the Christmas tree lot replaced by the basement. To have the smell replaced by a cardboard box. I have resisted this every way I know how.
When Hubster mentioned a fake tree in the past, I pointed out that we lived in a two bedroom shoebox, and where was he planning on storing the thing for the 11 months of the year it wasn't being used. I've ridiculed fake trees. I've clung to my real tree snobbery.
So, I can't believe I'm going to say this.
Next year, we're going to get an artificial Christmas tree.
I've lost my "lack of storage" excuse, now that there is both a basement and a garage. And Hubster has shown me some trees that look pretty amazing for fake ones. Ones that have realistic needles and pinecones.
Ones that don't shed needles on the floor everytime Monkey throws a ball at it. Ones that already have the lights on. Ones that don't turn into a crispy brown accident waiting to happen.
I've fought and resisted for a very long time. The dark side has finally won.