Sad fake little tree

Hee hee. My man came over last night with his fake little tree (the one I'd really pinned high hopes on...) behind his back. It was... small. And made me... sad. Seriously, this was the fake equivalent of Charlie Brown's tree from his Christmas special.

Les: Dude? Really?
M: ...YES!
Les: Oh, honey, no. That tree just makes me sad.
M: I knew it would once I saw it, but I had to bring it over so you could see it.
Les: Stop bending the stalks down! It's shedding all over my floor!
(Here we giggled a lot at the patheticness of it all...)

Soooooooo, no. Now I need to find a tree that it 1) small and 2) preferably fake. It wouldn't have mattered either way, but after I got the idea I wanted to decorate, there was no going back.

I think we've also determined that we will avoid the giving of "stuff" for the Christmas holiday, and stick to doing something fun together. We both already have a lot of stuff anyway, and no desire to pile stuff on top of more stuff (though I TOTALLY just screwed myself out of a KitchenAid mixer...). So I'm thinking a fun night in Boston. Expensive, ridiculously delicious dinner with a bit too much wine. Walking around looking at lights and loving each other. Mmmm.