Over the weekend I had the task of getting a Christmas tree.  I decided this year that I wanted to get a small fake one as I had just moved from a house that had plenty of room, to a smaller place that had no room at all thanks to some great timing on my part.

I found a sweet deal at a local chain store for a 6 foot tree that had lights built into it all for the amazing price of $30.  Thinking I had found the steal of the season, I quickly grabbed this box of holiday happiness and headed to the register to pay for it so I could spend the rest of my day being festive.

Well, when I got home and put this dandy little thing together, a few things happened.  1) it looked like the cheapest thing ever and had shinny branches, 2) if it was really 6ft. tall as the box described than I am really 7ft tall, and 3) it looked very sick…like it had been starved at the fake Christmas tree factory.

I was going to bring it back, except that would mean I would have had to pack it back up, drive back to the store and go through the fun process of returning it, and then I would still have to find a suitable tree.  Not really how I wanted to spend my day.

So, this Christmas I will settle for my tree looking even more pitiful than the one Charlie Brown had. Next year I will just have to move to a larger place that can accommodate a bigger tree.  Easy enough, right?!?