And we all know what that means.
Movin' on to Christmas. And for me, this means the Year of Doing Whatever The Hell I Want continues. For the passed decade plus, I've been unable to have a fake Christmas tree. And, you know? That can be nice. A real tree is pretty. It smells good.
On the other hand, it's a bitch to drag one home if you're not really in the mood. Also? They don't come pre-lit (well they do, but it is very, VERY expensive). Plus? There's that whole putting it in the tree stand drama. The figuring out the best angle. I could go on. And, in case you have to ask, I couldn't possibly have anything but a real GREEN tree because that was the Ex-Man's Proclamation #652 (refer to Thou shalt not have curtains.).
That's why 2008 is the Year of The Fake Tree. And not just a little fake, either. I mean the really, really, SUPER no doubt about it fake tree. Woo hoo--look out...
...'cause I got the great, white, glowing, artificial crazy already goin' on up in here!
But, honestly, besides crazy, isn't it sort of beautiful? I considered leaving it just naked and glowing and white, that would have been the classy thing to do. But I'm having a Big, Wacky, Christmas, and so we piled on the ornaments.
Until we reached the perfect consistency of "Holy crap is that a Christmas tree or did Santa's Village throw up in your living room?"
What can I say? I love it.