Ever since I first saw the Peanuts Christmas show some forty-cough years ago, I sat firmly in the camp of anti-fake trees. But this last couple holidays, Susan and I have just not really gotten into the spirit. Sure we put up our outside lights and a wreath and some other stuff, but a tree…? Nah, it just seemed more work — and money — than it was worth.
A couple weeks ago, Susan said she was going to check out the selection of pre-lighted, pretend trees at a local retailer. She came home with a box. The contents of which took literally five minutes to set up. Factor in some Balsam fir oil and a diffuser and at a glance and sniff, she looks and smells purty dang genuine. But even if she isn’t, our spirit is.
Long story short? I’m no longer a card-carrying member of the anti-artificial tree club.
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