It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas now that Darcy and Oleg have arrived. Before that? Not so much, although I did do some decorating in the house, and Tom put the lights up outside. The tree, however, stood bare for five days.
Tom insisted we get the tree on Saturday.
Tom: "We need to go before noon because after twelve, everyone will be out tree buying, and it will be COVID central. After today, the trees will be gone."
The three of us piled in the van, and off we went to get our Christmas tree. The first place was run by the Boys Scouts. There were two in uniform, informing the five shoppers, of which we were three, that the trees were blue spruce and from somewhere way north. Each tree was tied to a stake sideways, the trunk set into pans of water. It made for difficulty in picturing the tree standing tall and straight, but if we leaned in the direction of the tree, we could imagine.
We left there after ten minutes.
In Lowe's tent, the trees were plentiful but quite thin. Normally, we look at one or two and make our decisions. This time we looked at more than ten, and Madison had to pull out her army knife to unwrap several. I wasn't all that thrilled with the selection, but Tom was correct in his assumption that noon was the witching hour. By 12:30 p.m., the tent was full of masked people not giving a damn about social distancing. I agreed with Madison and Tom's choice just to get out of there.
Madison: "It fits 2020."
Turns out, they were right.
Madison is my light girl, and she chose not to put them on until Darcy and Oleg arrived. Even then, it was a hard sale, but we guilted her enough that she finally gave in late Wednesday night.
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