As a kid, I couldn’t imagine anything more magical than picking out a real Christmas tree with my parents. I loved everything about it from watching them try to fit it on the roof of our car to sweeping up the pine needles at home.
Now, as an adult I just think about the tremendous amount of work a real pine tree brings with it. I don’t want to pick up the tree, dispose of it, water it or sweep its needles. Part of me feels guilty for putting up a plastic tree — am I depriving my kid of a time honored tradition?
After thinking about this for a few years, I think I’m okay with our plastic tree. The magic of Christmas isn’t with the tree — it’s about sharing the holiday with loved ones. There’s no shame in spending an afternoon putting up decorations, singing Christmas carols (and yes, eating a few cookies :) with your husband and son!
How about you…. have you come to terms with your fake tree or do you still make the trip down to the tree lot?