In our family, Christmas is all about compromise.....and at the top of the compromise list is the tree...
My hubby grew up with fat, live, colored-lighted, tinsel-drowned trees....
I grew up with artificial (my mom masterfully invented a tree allergy in one of us??), white-lighted, slender, coordinated trees....
Until I met my husband, I didn't know that it was possible to anchor a tree into surrounding walls.....
My husband grew up with outdoor C9 lights adorning his house....in fact, his brother's recent FB post was
that you could see Jim's house from space due to the abundance of C9 lights on it...
Me....I grew up with a few carefully-placed, white-lighted evergreen
wreaths with some greens artfully draped on our porch railing....
So how does one merge these two drastically different approaches to celebrating the holiday???
Well.....quite honestly....it hasn't been without a few tears!
Some of our knock-down, drag-out fights have been over the size and decoration of the Christmas Tree!!
My husband and I have developed a rather ingenious compromise about the lights....
if colored lights are hung outside, then white lights go on the tree...
So, I take a deep breath and enjoy the C9's that send the electric meter
to ecstatic spinning joy so that I can enjoy the white-lighted, color coordinated tree!
As for the size of the tree....why does it always look smaller out in the field
when surrounded by other 9 foot evergreens??
I feel tricked every year as my 6'5" hubby reaches up and says....it's not that tall! I'm also usually being
distracted by this pink puff of joy complaining about her frozen feet!
At the end of the day though....it's not about the size of the tree, the color of
the lights.....or even the number of spiders that crawl out of the live tree...
It's about the tiny, warm hand that holds mine as we walk back to the car!
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