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O Tannenbaum
We tried to buy our Christmas tree last night. It should have been an easy task. There is a place only a few blocks from our house that sells Christmas trees every year. They have lights strung up across their yard and often a fire going. The plan was to walk down there and bring a tree back in the sled. The only problem was, a few days ago we noticed that there were no trees in the yard. Okay, so they are out of trees, but surely they'll be getting more. After all, it is still two weeks to Christmas. Not so, apparently. We called to see when they would get more trees, and they told us they weren't. That's right, the Christmas tree place was ALL OUT OF TREES.
So we made a few calls to some people who might know where we could get a tree. Another lot we didn't know about, perhaps, or someone with a country property where we could cut ourselves a fine Charlie-Brown-ish specimen. The last thing we wanted to do was drive to the next town and get a tree at Canadian Tire, or, worse yet, SuperStore.
Long story short, we bought a tree at, ugh, SuperStore. Apparently there are no other trees to be had 'round these parts. I told The Music Man I want to start a Christmas tree farm and I was only partly kidding.
I will try to forget where we bought it and how much we paid as we set it up tonight and decorate it tomorrow. And then I will expend vast amounts of energy keeping Monkey from tearing it down. But it will have lights and ornaments (of the non-matching variety, of course) and a funny little angel on top, and our house will be Merry in time for Christmas.
9 comments:
Superstore! Who'd have thought it! We have 'non' matching too, except ours are even more random than that.
Cheers
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Sorry you don't have a better tree. We go to a tree nursery owned by a friend from church. We pay more there, but it is worth it rather that buy from a big box store for a half dead tree (by the time they get down here they are half dead).
I hope you enjoy it anyhow!
That is so weird. I would never imagine a lot that would run out of trees. The Loved dreams of owning a tree farm. He even has a pile of books about it on his bedside table.
It's not gonna happen.
You know, if you would just get yourself the biggest aluminum tree you can find (maybe painted pink), you could avoid this problem in the future. I suggest you try those searchlights.
Heck, you need to move to my town. Then you just phone up my uncle and my handy brother heads into the bush and gets you a ridiculously huge tree. It's no fuss, no muss.
Turns out, it's actually quite beautiful. I never did think it was such a bad tree; all it needed was a little love.
We'd better be careful or we'll have the Estate of Charles Schultz on our case...
Our experience was similar to this, but completely opposite reasons. Every year we go out to a tree farm or at least a tree lot and the kids run wildly through the trees while we wander about and then after much haggling we come home with a the perfect, overpriced tree. This year, we are pinching pennies so we bypassed the magical tree lot and went to Home Depot where we picked out a lovely tree in about 1 minute for half the price. We decided to save the memory making for the decorating (with mismatched ornaments as well) this year. I was a little disappointed but I couldn't fault the $40 we saved. :)
According to today's paper, my city has just quadrupled the cost of the license independent retailers need in order to sell Christmas trees from corner lots. So next year Superstore trees are all anyone will be able to get - which, apparently, was the purpose of the measure, since the big stores complained to our awesome city council.
(That said, we got our tree from Rona and it's fabulous.)
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