Mark grew up with fluffy, conical Douglas Fir tree, bedecked in red and white with tinsel.
The kind of tree to get is a struggle each year. Some years I get what Rolf and I refer to as the "cone tree" which Mark and the kids like, and I wind up hating every minute I have to look at it, and other years we get my kind of tree and the children feel like it isn't a real Christmas tree. Last year I got my choice, but I came home early, put all the lights on and Mark was so grateful not to have to hassle with it, that he overlooked my European tree.
I haven't made up my mind yet, on what we will do this year.
I totally agree with you about the cone trees. They come through on the xmas tree smell bit, but that's about it. This is the kind we always got as kids until we realized our much more stylish neighbors got the nobles and then we started lobbying for those.
ReplyDeleteNobles are just better, what can I say.
One year pop got a blue spruce and cursed us all for picking it out (they're extremely prickly, and guess who got to dig it up? And then force it to stand up? And guy-wire it to the wall when that didn't work? It was one of our live trees and is now out back of my folks' place and a bajillion feet tall and quail like to snuggle together beneath it during snowstorms and make tracks to the bird feeder shrapnel, so at least the suffering can always be remembered).
The only thing we all seem to agree upon is that the tree should be gigantic, bigger than any of us.