Dwayne has begun to fail National Swearing Day. Ironically, it is the holiday he created back when we were newlyweds and he tried securing the tall tree—that I wanted—into the small stand he had bought. Since then, a few things have changed. We own The Last Christmas Tree Stand You Will Ever Buy (marketed appropriately, it turns out) and 16 years of practice putting up Christmas trees. What hasn’t changed is that once the tree is upright in about 5 minutes, Dwayne’s job is done. I’m now asking for small trees, as it’s tiresome putting lights on a 12’ tree, but Dwayne delights in branches that go to the ceiling.
This year, though, he returned to his hunting roots and had to search 4 stores for a proportional tree topper that wouldn’t be dwarfed by the rest of the tree. He texted me pictures of his hunt while I strung lights.
The hunt was successful! The kids did a kid-job decorating the tree, and then we lit it all up:
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