tree-in-a-bag

Another Christmas season, another discussion about the tree…

Banjo Man refused to haul the three sections of the artificial, prelit 7-foot tree out of the shed unless I was going to decorate it with ornaments.

This year I put my foot down and said I was not going to unpack two tubs of Christmas decorations and decorate the tree all by myself.  And I was not going to remove all of those ornaments in January and restore them to the two enormous red tubs all by myself.

So there.

Impasse.

So last week, after a dentist appointment, I drove across the street to Simple Pleasures, my favorite gift shop (it’s huge!) to see what I could find for holiday cheer.

This little 24″ beauty awaited (as did a lovely pair of sparkly aqua earrings).

I put some battery-operated lights on the tree and plopped it in the middle of the kitchen island on top of a Christmas-y table runner.

Compromise.

Which is what marriage is all about.

 

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