We have a fake Christmas tree. As a child this would have seemed abhorrent, but as an adult, it totally makes sense.
Up until I met my husband, I always thought real trees were the way to go. “But what about that tree smell when you first walk in the house?”, I would say.
Part of the fun of getting a Christmas tree is going to the lot and picking one out. Not too scraggly of a tree, and one full of branches that can last past the main event.
Get a tree too early and it may be just a sad plant by the time presents are being opened.
But as I said, then I met my husband.
When we first got together, we agreed to alternate on the whole tree thing. One year, we’d get a real tree, the next year we would use the fake tree. This plan worked until we got our first cat.
Between all the pine needles that always fall on the floor, to cats climbing the tree, to trying to drink the water that the tree container sits in, was enough for us to temporarily shelve the idea of a real tree.
And we haven’t looked back.
Cause even though my cat likes to climb the tree like he’s Tarzan, I’m fine with the fake tree. We happen to have a good one, that practically looks like a real tree.
And it’s convenient. We just drag it up out of the garage, the day after Thanksgiving and my husband puts it together and bam! Tree is done and ready to go. Then I add more lights (cause ummmm..hello!) and all of our ornaments and our tree is complete.
This tree saves us money as well. Trees cost money, and if you aren’t handy enough to strap it to the top of your car, you have to pay for delivery as well. Saved money is A-okay in my book.
So there you have it. I love my fake Christmas tree. And so does my cat. In fact, he’s knocking over ornaments right as we speak…sigh…