Last night, we strung the lights on our Christmas Tree. Wait, I should say that we strung the lights on our third Christmas Tree. There is a Christmas Tree in my stepdaughter’s room and another Christmas Tree in a back room. The Christmas Tree that is half completed can be seen from the road, which means that it bookends the house along with the one in my stepdaughter’s room. It also means that we have two and a half completed Christmas Trees.
The unfinished Christmas Tree is a live tree. Well, it is as alive as a cut tree can be. My wife decided that she wanted a live tree because we have not had one in a few years. Of course, we have not had one in a few years because the last live tree kept falling over. I will never forget the night that we were sitting by the fireplace, and I noticed movement. I jumped up in time to catch the fully decorated tree before it hit the ground. As I held it, my wife crawled underneath to stabilize it.
As I said, I never forgot. However, my wife must have because she wanted another live tree. She also wanted to flock the tree. I must admit that it is pretty, but I cannot shake the feeling that fake snow on a live tree is kind of weird.
I never thought I would have three Christmas Trees at one time. During my single life, I went years without one. One year, a friend bought a Charlie Brown Christmas Tree and gave it to me as a joke. It is basically a stick with one red ball for a Christmas ornament. I used to set it on the counter. I guess I could put it up and have four Christmas Trees. Other people may not count it, but I do. It was my Christmas Tree for several years.
At times, I think Christmas decorations are a pain. Put them up. Take them down. However, I would rather have my current life with three Christmas Trees than my old life with no Christmas Trees. Actually, my old life with one Charlie Brown Christmas Tree.
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 
This tree looks like its figure skating. Must be the reflection?
It reflects a lot.
We used to do Huge Previously-Alive Tree. Now we do one small dead-from-day-one tree and a few lights and I’m very okay with that. I couldn’t deal with all those pine needles. And the dogs believing we had brought the tree in especially for them. Kind of a big doggy urinal in the living room.
That sounds like a mess. We had to keep Daisy from thinking the fallen flocking was not a treat.
I sold Christmas trees one year in a very bitter winter. Not a good job. We have an artificial tree now.
Sitting outside and selling trees cannot be a fun job.
Wish you and yours a Merry Christmas, Rick!
Thank You