My wife has always put up her Christmas tree the day after Christmas. If we were doing a family trip over Thanksgiving then I suspect that we’d have to stop somewhere, purchase a tree and take it back home with us. “Sweetie, they sell Christmas trees back home”, I’d say. She’d then remind me about how pretty the house looks once decorated and that a Christmas tree from hundreds of miles away would only add to the beauty of the house.
So we decorate the tree the day after Thanksgiving. Entering into a relationship with this decorator was quite the change for me. Many years ago, it’s possible that I’d have a tree, but it wasn’t guaranteed. I always had green things growing in my place, but it was not garland and may have required a plastic suit and gallons of white vinegar. Continue reading The DMZ on the Christmas tree