We put up our tree this weekend!
While we were doing boring errands, Jon asked if we should get a tree while we were out. This put me in a bad mood. Running boring errands always makes me a little grouchy, but suddenly the idea of going to the tree-store, picking out a tree, paying for it, trying to locate the tree-stand we bought two years ago, then properly securing the tree in said tree stand all seemed overwhelmingly unfun and made me even grouchier than usual.
Yet I didn’t want to be a total grinch, an “Oh, I don’t celebrate Christmas because it’s too commercial and it’s just a meaningless excuse to force people to buy presents.” kind of person. That’s just zero fun. Of course we needed a tree.
So I made a tree that took up very little space and didn’t require an extension of the “boring errands” portion of the day.
Then we decorated it with all our standard tree ornaments and crooned “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” when we were done.
Look at all the presents! Now it looks great- and when we’re done we can just flip it back to the big mural of various gods of the world that’s on the other side.