As we close out our third month of a home remodel project, our house is anything but in the holiday décor way. We've had to squish a lot of stuff into spaces not designed to hold said stuff, and the Christmas decorations have stayed squarely in their respective boxes.
There was even discussion of not getting a tree this year, much to my horror.
We bandied about the idea of a small table top tree. We considered buying a Charlie Brown Christmas Tree replica. But in the end, I just wanted something a bit more substantial. Nothing grand, mind you. Just a little Charlie Brown tree of our own.
And we definitely found it.
It's not big. It's not fancy. It doesn't even really have that many branches. It's shorter than almost everyone in the family, too.
The best part? We only had to walk out the back door to find it.
We've had a poorly planned and placed blue spruce growing in our yard since we bought our house in 1993. Dan has been trimming it back every year to keep it from colliding with the big pappa tree that towers above it. This year we decided why not just top it off, and bring it in? So that's what we did.
It has the sharpest needles I've ever seen or felt on a Christmas tree. It doesn't smell as good as a fresh cut tree from a tree farm might. It's thin and spindly and completely asymmetrical.
But it's just about the most perfect little tree you could hope for.
All it needed was a blanket and a little love.