...my true love gave to me, a
decorated crashing Christmas tree!
Yesterday I was so excited that December 7th was here, and that we could
finally have Christmas Date #2:
You know, the tree that has been sitting in our house just calling our name for almost a week now. Does it seem a little weird to leave the tree naked for so long? Probably. But in our house it's all about tradition. Two years ago on December 7th Brian came over to my little apartment to "decorate the tree". And never left. So it became our official tree decorating day, and the day we look forward to all year. (Even more so for next year, because we'll be getting married!)
Brian kicked off the night's festivities (yes, there are festivities. I told you it's a big night in our house.) by surprising me with a sweet book (books are so much more fun than cards) with an even sweeter note written inside.
No Christmas tree decorating date would be complete without a giant boot full of coffee porter.
(And no, we didn't intend to drink
all that beer in one night. Brian had picked up 2 six-packs to surprise me not knowing I had picked up one to surprise him.)
We hesitantly got to work on the lights. Let me backtrack for a second here and mention that last year as we were putting the very last string of lights on the tree the lights went out. On the whole tree. We wiggled and jiggled the strands, plugged and unplugged, but to no avail. We had to go buy new lights, then unwrap and relight the whole tree. Not fun at the time, but comical now. Thankfully, this year we made it through the lighting of the tree with no major incidents.
While we took a break to make dinner I snuck Brian's book into the tree, along with a little ornament.

After dinner, as we were singing along to our favorite Christmas jams and finding just the right spot for the ornaments on the tree, I heard an "uh oh" from Brian and looked over just in time to see the entire tree pitching forward. It was one of those moments that seemed to go in slow-motion. The tree coming toward me, Brian trying to hold it up, me trying to grab it. A slow-mo moment we were lucky enough to relive 6 times last night. After the first fall, we tried lifting the tree back up & just straightening it in the stand. It fell. We tried taking the stand off, adjusting it, and lifting the tree back up. It fell. There were tears. There were not so nice words aimed at the tree. There was talk of throwing the tree out the window. Finally, as we were about to admit defeat & just to to bed, on the 7th attempt the tree somehow (miraculously) managed to stay in an upright position. The celebration ensued!

(No tree decorating date is complete without jager bombs either. And yes, I fully realize we're not in college anymore. It was going to the store to get Red Bull for shots that led to our first kiss though, so the tradition stays!) And then we went to bed. Exhausted, sticky from the sap, and covered in scratches. The decorating part of our date wasn't exactly a success, but it wouldn't be a proper tree decorating date without at least one mishap. What was a success though was making a memory that will be the source of laughter for years to come.