Growing up, we always had a fake tree. I remember exactly one year where we had a real tree, which is now planted in front of my childhood home. Since being married, we’ve put up a small fake tree I brought with me from Indiana. It is worth storing the small tree 11 months a year because it’s easier than dealing with a dead tree after traveling would be. This year we are not traveling.
This is momentous. We are not traveling for the holidays. We are staying home. Santa will visit Simon here. We will go to church. I will cook dinner. There will be no flights and driving hundreds of miles, and stress about traveling in a blizzard.
So we planned to get a real tree, meaning one that was once alive. In honor of my maiden name we went with the Fraser Fir (different spelling, but close enough). This particular variety also has pretty sturdy branches which is key in my opinion. This being the first real tree I’ve ever purchased, I started checking out tree prices at various locations.
Then, I saw it, a stand not too far away “Six Foot Trees $24.95” Done. This is a great deal. So we packed up Simon and made the trip over. We picked a tree $75. What? Oh, the $24.95 trees advertised, those are only the ones on this rack off to the side and they are some variety with flimsy branches and not so full and the top 2 feet of the 6 feet is the single bare branch that is going to get cut off. So we picked another tree. $50. Still to munch.
We went to Home Depot, where the prices were perfectly acceptable. Chose a lovely tree. Had the bottom cut.
And carted it home. For those of you who wonder how we do it without a car. This is it. There was a man walking with us carrying his tree. He saw our cart and said he wished he’d thought to bring one. And I love it. The house smells so nice.