Last year I was all, ERIC WE NEEEEED A REAL TREE. He proceeded to remind me of the sap, the needles, the frigid weather, the sap, the needles, watering the tree, and the sap. But I was insistent on “the experience.” So we trekked out to Williams Tree Farm and found the perfect tree. It was so beautiful, so full, and so entirely too big for our living room once we cut the rope off at home. I’m talking completely ridiculous. This tree literally filled half of our living room.  And don’t even get me started on how long it took me and Micah to clean up all those needles. It’s taken me 12 months to admit this. I was wrong about the real tree thing. Totally did not need it – or the experience.

This year I put up our tiny “newlywed-apartment” tree I bought from Walgreens five years ago. I decided it was better than picking up all those needles. It’s a little annoying that it’s fake and looks it…. but at least I can shove it in a box and be done with it after Christmas.

One Christmas is over, I’m seriously considering going out and being a real fake tree. You know, a fake one that isn’t so small I have to put it on top of my coffee table and overfill it with ornaments to hide the huge gaps.