Every year at Christmas since we have been together has been a fight over a fucking Christmas tree.
Every year at Christmas it wound up just like this,
The only difference being I didn’t want one at all.
After the first two years of following her and the kid around MULTIPLE tree lots, in the fucking rain, looking at HUNDREDS of trees, only to wind up back at the very first lot, I had enough.
I told her this is the deal, you go fuck around all you want. When you find the tree you want, pay for the damn thing and then call me.
I’ll come get it and drag it home, through the door and put it in the stand for you.
After that you are on your own.
This has worked well for me.
They are a pain in the ass and make a huge mess, not to mention being a huge fire hazard.
Sure they look nice when they are all done up but what the fuck ever, I am just as happy without the fucking hassle.
So imagine my jaw dropping surprise when I come home from work and see one of these.
She even broke down and got a new tree topper for it.
It isn’t like we do the whole traditional Christmas morning bullshit around here anyway. We always wind up over at her folks on Christmas Eve and that is where the usual gift wrap slaughter frenzy happens.
Christmas morning around here is usually after Noon and is a very laid back affair.
So, cool. No more fucking around with the Christmas tree insanity.
I like it.