While planning out the shopping list for Thanksgiving dinner I took a moment to glance over at my husband and notice him making a list called "Kick x-mas in it's teeth plan". The list is essentially a planner of activities that are christmas oriented, such as make tons of gingerbread men and decorate them with friends.  Now at least half of the time I just ignore these ideas, not because I don't like his ideas, in fact I love his sense of humor and he comes up with some great ideas, but more because it's better to let him go with it and not manage his planning.  I finally realized last year that I turn into a 5 year old when it comes to Christmas and I should not be in charge of anything other than minor details.  In fact my 5 year old ways almost killed Christmas the first two years we were together.  How you ask?  Well...
  My husband and I were still dating and he had this perfect little bachelor pad that I had become almost a permanent resident of.  Halloween was over and I was over my candy obsession at the moment so I decided it was time to focus on Christmas time.  Now I'm sure your thinking "What about Thanksgiving?"  Well it just kind of got passed over that year in my brain.  Maybe because it was our first Christmas together, or because it was a very cold fall, but I went into little kid Christmas mode extra early that year.  I started to focus on the fact that we had no Christmas tree, my husband may describe it as obsess, I like focus.  Days of talks about how we need a tree, have to have a tree and can't live without our very own tree ensued.  Finally the stores were starting to get live trees in and we were in the car going to get our very own!  We wondered around the big chain store with the cheapest trees you could buy and found a perfect huge tree.  We tied said tree to the roof, brought it into the second floor duplex and set it up and made it pretty.  Yay!  I finally had my tree!  Lovely little story, right?  Wrong.  Now as I remember my husband gave into my tree need in mid November, which is sort of early for a tree, but they last that long.  Um sort of, I think if you have the whole tree longivity thing down you can get over a month.  Or maybe if you buy a fresh one from a tree farm, or keep it outside for a bit before setting it up, or don't buy the cheapest one you can find and set it up like 6 weeks in advance!  So needless to say our tree did not make it to Christmas.  It was brown at least a week before.  It became the most fragile thing in the house that we wouldn't even breathe on  or else it would explode little brown needles all over the living room. We still enjoyed Christmas, but withone very ugly, non festive, disaster of a tree. Lesson learned!  Or not...
  The following year we had our very own house for Christmas time.  Of course this means more room for Christmas, more to decorate, super Christmas!  Because I'm not actually 5 I realized that maybe we should wait a bit to get a tree, maybe get it 3 weeks before Christmas this time.  So I waited patiently and started to focus on how we need a huge tree.  I may have measured the corner it was going in more than once to plot out how to fill a third of our living room full of tree.  My waiting was rewarded with a trip to get a tree, this time from one of those standard parking lot tree sets.  I wandered and wandered and finally found a enormous tree.  "Perfect, we'll take this one' I said, I'm pretty sure my husband said no, but I couldn't be reasoned with at this point.  So we tie the tree to the roof of the car and head home.  I was well aware that the tree was not fitting in the house without some cutting of the top or the trunk, so I got out the saw.  I cut a good 6 inches off the bottom, then realized that out tree was so big because it had two trunks.  Oh well it'll work just the same.  So we put the stand on the tree, drug it into the house and stood it up. And it looked amazing!  Yep it was perfect for those two seconds it remained standing until we watched in horror as our tree split down the middle and crashed to the ground!  There was no fixing it, we tried and then just got mad.  I'm pretty sure there was yelling about there not being a Christmas this year and then the greatest image I will ever have in my memory was created.  My husband, angry or frustrated or upset that I was sad, picked up both halves of the tree, ran down to the end of the street with it and heaved it far into the woods.  It's final resting place to this day!  We went out the next day and bought a perfect tree and Christmas was saved.
  So I have finally learned my lesson and back out of major Christmas planning.  It seems to be working because we avoided Christmas tree disasters the last couple years!  Finger crossed for this year.
 



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