I entered marriage with thoughts of producing holidays that Martha Stewart would stamp her name onto. That first Christmas, the tree almost lead to the dissolution of our marriage. It started with me dragging Al to every store in a 10 mile radius to find the perfect tree. After hours and hours of searching, on the 11th of December I found it. The next night we were to spend the evening lighting the tree, tying crimson and gold ribbon on the tree, hang homemade gingerbread man ornaments, all while Christmas music played in the background and angels stood nearby.
Instead, the light didn't work, Al couldn't tie a pretty bow to save his life, we had to turn down the music so we would stop shouting at each other, and the fireworks really began when Al pulled out his sack of childhood ornaments. How could I let the Red Santa in a Plane or the Baby in a Red Craddle be put on my crimson and gold tree? The rest of the holiday seemed to follow suit. It was so miserable that the ornament scroll to record memories of our first Christmas together, remains blank today.
Oh, how times have changed. This year not an ornament on our tree matches, everything is lopsided, some ornaments are simply paper that AJ decided needed to be on the tree, and most of the time you can find at least 5 ornaments scattered on the ground. Despite all this, it is my favorite tree ever. It reminds me of the real spirit of the season. That Martha Stewart tree can wait.
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