Flash back 35 years. We had no children yet. We also had no money. We would go to the Christmas tree lots and look for the clearance section. I remember one year we got a tree that only had one side. It didn’t matter really, you never look at the back side anyway. We called these Charlie Brown trees. They were pathetic but lovable, at least when looked at through the eyes of our budget.
Flashback 20 years. For some reason we spent Christmas in a time share exchange. We arrived the day before Christmas and set out to look for a tree. By the time we got to a town that sold them the lots were closed and people had gone home to be with their families. It was dark and cold. So we picked one out, loaded it on our car and headed back to the condo. We did put money in an envelope and slide it under the door but we were not sure if the police would understand. It was the year we “stole” our tree.
Today. I didn’t even ask how much the tree cost. My wife has developed a habit of saying, “Life’s too short” when I get too nosey and things are too expensive.
So now we have a paid-for tree.
To be continued...
homo unius libri
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