It's that time of year, when our house starts to look for a date on which to cut down our Christmas tree. This year we pulled out calendars through which we looked and looked, and then we discovered: Our lives are ridiculous.
The only spot the three of us could find open at the same time was a small window later on a Monday evening. So, we withdrew the tradition of cutting down our tree, and decided we would go to the local dairy/Christmas-tree-seller in order to pick one up.
When that Monday evening arrived, we piled into the car.
We arrived at the dairy at 7:37.
We found out they stopped selling trees at 7:30.
And thus,
back into the car we went. We drove all around town, trying to figure out where in the world we might be able to find a tree pre-cut and waiting for us.
When we ended up at Lowe's,
much to our chagrin,
we decided to choose a good attitude,
and welcomed this little guy into our hearts.
We paid for him,
tossed him into the car,
and brought our little man home.
We gazed at him lovingly,
and then got to work,
making him feel like he was one of us.
We decorated him right up,
right along with our other guy [while we were at it...].
We treasured the moments,
including the one tradition we didn't have to give up
[no matter the time of night].
And, when all was said and done,
we had ourselves a perfectly lovely little merry tree.
The only spot the three of us could find open at the same time was a small window later on a Monday evening. So, we withdrew the tradition of cutting down our tree, and decided we would go to the local dairy/Christmas-tree-seller in order to pick one up.
When that Monday evening arrived, we piled into the car.
We arrived at the dairy at 7:37.
We found out they stopped selling trees at 7:30.
And thus,
When we ended up at Lowe's,
We treasured the moments,
[no matter the time of night].
And, when all was said and done,
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