Every year Troy and I go out together to buy our Christmas tree. We love the kind with really sparse branches so you can see the ornaments. Troy found out this year that the kind of tree is called a silver-tipped fir - just so you know! Anyway, every year we go out together to buy it and are generally horrified at the price of the trees, and we end up talking each other out of a tree that would fit the size of our living room ceiling. The ones we bring home always look big at the lot, and then we get them in our living room with the 10-foot ceilings, and they don't even go up half way. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but not by much. Well, yesterday, Troy was headed to a friend's house, CTP in tow, to help out on some construction. I suggested they pick up a tree on their way, which they did. C picked it out. The thing, according to Troy, did not look that big on the lot, but when we tried to set it up this afternoon, we had to snip off six inches on the top to make it fit. It's huge! I totally love it.
We set it up this afternoon and then had to let it drip-dry for a couple of hours because it got so packed with snow after sitting on the roof of the car during a blustery evening last night. The kids were appropriately wound up about it, and tried hard to be patient, so when we finally busted out the box of ornaments they got right to it. Really sweet, dont' you think? I must say, it was so quaint. Picturesque? Troy built a fire (it's still going...ahhhhh) and I made cocoa. There was Christmas music and the kids were fighting over the candy cane ornament...everything you'd expect from a festive evening at home, decorating the tree! Actually I'm very proud of C, he's trying so hard to be generous and patient. He's starting to think about others' feelings. In the past if I have ever asked him about a gift he'd like to give to someone else, be it a grandparent, sibling or aunt, he of course couldn't imagine that they'd want anything but a dinosaur. But this week he got quiet and thoughtful for a moment and then asked what he could give to Daddy for Christmas. When I asked him what he wanted to give, he said, "A new saw. And I want to give Romney a talking Dora doll." Not that we need another battery-operated noise-maker around here, but how sweet! I was really touched.