Oh, Christmas Tree...

We have had a time with out Christmas tree. Well, not exactly with the tree - more like the lights. When we pulled out the lights from last year a couple looked a little funny so we exchanged them with the extra lights that come in those tiny bags and all is right with the world.. welllll not so much.


On Thursday night I plugged in the tree and it looked a little different. I called Phil over to see what could possibly be the matter. We examined and realized that not just one but two different strands had half of the lights burned out. We attempted to go find similar lights, but of COURSE that was a no go. Phil called me on Friday afternoon and told me he had some good news. He was all excited about the lights he got for the tree. "Babe, guess what color I got?" This is when fear rushed through me - I know he knows how much I love red and how much I love N.C.State - but please for the love of God tell me he didn't get red lights? I HATE red lights, I think it looks like a whore house, or some type of Satan tree.
I tried to bust his bubble slightly, but he was still disappointed. We put the lights on the tree just to show him how gaudy they are "YEP!" He said, "You're totally right." (This doesn't happen often) So, what does one do with red lights? I've yet to figure this out.


Back to square one.
Off to wal-mart we went to get three 100 strands of plain white lights. We put them on last night and they looked perfect. We had glasses of wine in hand, listening to Christmas music, putting lights and ornaments on the tree. It was the first time all season that we felt "in the Christmas spirit." We decorated the tree, put all the ornaments on and just sat on the couch drinking wine listening to whatever pops up on the Pandora christmas station and staring at how wondeful the tree looked.

I have yet to take a picture of the tree, and I promise I will. It is by no means a brilliant work of art, but we love it. That's what matters most.

I'll post a picture soon.