But I may have won the war.
It's time to relate the saga of the Pregger Christmas tree.
You may recall, Brian and I cut down a tree in the Pike National Forest the day after Thanksgiving. Most years we choose a tree that is 5 or 6 feet tall. Small enough to fit in the car (with the trunk between us in the front seat and our suitcases and other luggage placed carefully among the branches in the back), but large enough to use as our primary Christmas tree. But this year, everything in the forest was covered with heavy snow, we were very tired from carrying the large 16 foot spruce our friends had chosen down the snowy trail, and we took the easy way out. We cut down the first shapely tree we saw that was fairly close to the car. It is about 3 feet tall. You may remember, it looked like this:
Brian, however, was certain that the tree would look lovely in the living room. Once it was decorated, it would make a statement. Kind of like the tree that Charlie Brown chose in "A Charlie Brown Christmas."
As the time came for our Christmas guests to arrive, I became less adamant about the tree. Sure, Brian, put it up in the living room. It will look fine. Just put the darn tree up! People are going to be here soon! Any tree is better than no tree!
So Brian placed the tree in the tree stand and brought it in. Hmm, it's a bit short. Let's put in on a box.
But we did manage to put quite a few ornaments on it. Including this one, an ornament I made in second grade. I was so proud of this little elephant, but in retrospect, what do elephants have to do with Christmas? I guess it doesn't matter -- it reminds me of childhood Christmases.