So we trooped off to Home Depot, where we tramped somewhat merrily through the not-at-all-snowy outside enclosure, searching for the perfect tree. I found one pretty fast. "Here it is, guys!" I said. "Let's go!"
Yeah, the bloom is off the rose with this activity. I just wanted to get the darn thing home and set up before I had to drive Brian to a math review session.
"Mommy," said Susie. "It's not big enough."
"They ALL look small outside," I told her. "Don't worry, it will look plenty big in our living room."
"Let's look at these," she suggested, motioning toward the 6-7 ft section. "These look better."
"No, no, those will be way too big - I know what I'm doing. Let's go!"
And back home we went, with our brand new tree. David brought it inside for us, and we all helped set it up in the stand. Then we stepped back to admire our work.
"It's too small," Susie said.
"That's just because the branches haven't spread out yet," I said, confidently. "Just give it a couple of hours - it will fill out that corner, like it always does."
[2 hours later]
|Wishing you a skinny little Christmas...|
David and I stood in the living room, staring at the tree. "Don't tell Susie, but that tree is too small," I said. Being a young man of few words, David just nodded and shrugged. I kept staring at the tree. "I don't get it - the more I look at it, the smaller it gets."
"It's a tree," offered David, sensibly.
Yeah, it's a tree, all right. But, honestly? It just doesn't fill the space right. It makes Christmas look as if it went on a diet. If the Grinch came along, he wouldn't even bother to steal this tree. He would just look at it and think, "My work here is done."
Worst of all? Susie knows she was right. And she'll never let me forget it.