A mind-bending decision in this household, but made much easier after two days of allergic reaction after wrangling a very fresh Trader Joe's cedar garland outside on our front porch railing in a stiff south-by-southeast wind. My eyes still itch at the memory.
It's a good year to make the transition. The Number 1 Son and The Miz are heading to Japan for a wonderful visit with family and friends there. (Hi, Hakamatas!!!) The Number 2 Son is still in his probationary period with What's-in-Your-Wallet and can't make it home. (Don't worry. The Seattle Poopheads have his back.) And, we rationalized, we can always buy a fresh tree if we get the hankering for a couple weeks' acute respiratory distress some future Christmas.
So, this holiday, it's just us. My date, me and John McClane -- JM -- our new little Christmas tree.
Yes, we've already named him.
|We like your style, JM!|
Artificial or not, I think John McClane will serve as a cheerful, steadfast holiday companion. He shines bright and true as does any Christmas tree worth its salt, sharing his welcoming warmth with all who live and visit here.
You're A-okay, John McClane.
Welcome to the Nine-One-Four!