Brad and came into our marriage with very different ideas about how Christmas was to be celebrated. We came from very different families with very different traditions. One of our biggest debates over the years has been about the tree. I grew up with a fake tree. Brad considered that to be outright blasphemy.
So like a good, submissive wife, I gave in and we got a real tree for our second Christmas together. (The first Christmas is a whole other story for another time.) And I complained about pine needles and sap so much that I managed to convince Brad that real trees were the root of all evil (good and submissive, like I said) and we bought a prelit fake tree on sale that same year. Since he was giving up the pine fresh scent I compromised on another area of disagreement and let him buy a tree with colored lights. I prefer a white Christmas, but it was a small price to pay to not have to vacuum everyday!
So the fake tree worked out well for all of one year. The second year with our fake tree was a bust. We put it together and plugged in the lights and only half of the tree lit up. We never could find the burned out bulb that was the culprit. In a fit of disgust, we tossed it out with everyone else's real tree after Christmas that year.
So last night Brad and I are having a discussion about decorating for Christmas and I said, "Well I guess this year we should buy an un-lit fake tree."
Brad replied, "Why? We had a real tree last year. I thought we were done with fake."
Me: "No. The fake one was thrown away last year."
Brad: " I am pretty sure I remember you complaining about pine needles last year."
Me: "You are wrong! We only had that fake tree TWO years and we have been in this house TWO years!"
Brad: "Okay, crazy lady. I'm wrong."
So later I was on my computer working on a blog post about Christmas traditions and I came across this photo from my Christmas 2008 folder:
I'd say it is pretty clear which of us was wrong.
But I don't see any reason to tell my husband that...