Tonight is the last cold night for the next week or so. The temperatures over the next few days are going to reach into the upper 70s and, occasionally, the 80s. With that in mind, we decided to search for and purchase our Christmas tree earlier tonight. Neither Christian nor I have any particular likes or dislikes when it comes to Christmas trees. We both essentially agree that the tree should look triangular, but that is about as specific as we get. In past years we have had overly-dry trees, incredibly crooked trees, trees with extreme bare patches, trees with oddly growing branches, you name it. I am sure this year will be no exception. I can't quite tell what the defect will be this year because the tree has only just been released from its netting. As far as La Luz is concerned, it is perfect. Here's the look on her face when the guy held it up for our scrutinizing eyes:
She became so attached to the tree in such a short period of time that I had to make a special exception and allow her a quick trip downstairs after her bath to 'tell the tree goodnight'.
This was all great news to me because when we first arrived at the tree lot she ducked straight into the 'flocked' tree area. In all my life I had never set foot in that section. Clearly though, it was the place she wanted to be and contained the tree she wanted to bring home. She particularly liked the red flocked tree. I am not even really sure if I knew that they made such things: