Last year we purchased what we thought was the perfect Christmas tree. Five days after the lights were aglow the perfect tree was as dry as a creek bed in southern Utah in August. We only turned the lights on Christmas morning for pictures while we opened presents and then the tree went dark. This year I have been a little nervous about the whole tree thing. We waited a little longer than normal this year in hopes that the tree would last through the holidays. Wouldn't you know it, the man-of-my-dreams is now so involved in a huge case at work that he has had no time to get a tree and wasn't really clear when he would. I finally decided that if I waited for the trial to end there would be no trees left. So.... I enlisted the help of Andrew and Zach and we went tree hunting, without the Dad. It didn't feel quite right to do it without him but we did find a tree (only 2 stops). The boys brought said tree home and covered it in Wilt-Pruf (J&L promises it will keep the tree green and supple!) and re-cut the bottom and plopped into water. After it dried they brought the new perfect tree it into the house and now it sits in all its glory in the family room, naked, waiting for the-man-of-my-dreams to put the lights on it.
