So it turns out that Charlie is a cheap date. I promised him last Friday night that on Saturday we’d go get a Christmas tree. In a strange moment of Christmas giving, I even went so far as to tell him that he could pick whichever tree he wanted. I regretted the promise as soon as it left my mouth, suddenly wondering just how expensive Christmas trees could get. But ultimately I told myself that letting Charlie pick the Christmas tree was alright because I’d be helping him create wonderful Christmas memories (which pretty much must be how every parent justifies spending too much on their kid for Christmas). Luckily for me, it turned out that Charlie wanted a small tree so that he’d be able to reach the top in order to “put the angel on.” Where does he get this stuff? Mark and I (and our total lack of enthusiasm about Christmas decorating) have never talked to him about Christmas trees and angels and stockings. None of it. Anyhow, first thing Saturday morning Charlie had us in the car heading to the nearest Christmas tree lot. When we arrived, he hopped out and ran straight toward this tree that is so small that it was placed on top of a picnic table rather than with the rest of the adult trees:
This baby put us back $25 which is a drop in the bucket compared to the much larger trees. And since it’s so small, we already had all the ornaments it took to decorate it. All we needed was a new set of lights because our old set didn’t work when we plugged it in. But, I managed to score a great deal on two light sets at CVS; not only were they on sale, but the Extra Care Bucks reward machine printed out a coupon when I scanned my card, and CVS was offering an additional $3 off LED lights when you bring in an old set for recycling. These LED lights even come with a 3-year warranty, although somehow I can’t imagine that I’ll be organized/inspired enough to hold on to the original receipt and bar code from the box in order to take advantage of the warranty should the lights break.
So even though Charlie’s Christmas tree might just have qualified as the tiniest tree at the lot, I think we managed to make it look special nonetheless. The important thing, of course, is that he loves it.
And, yes, Charlie did put the angel on top himself (not before dropping it on the ground and breaking its wing though). Nothing says Christmas more than a teary four-year-old standing over a crumpled angel. Fortunately, glue was made just for this kind of occasion.