I love love LOVE this time of year, when the air gets cold and we can snuggle in front of a fire. Last year was the first year we bought a christmas tree of our very own. We’ve been in the house for five years now but never got a tree until last year. I don’t know why it took us so long but now it’s something I plan to do every year. So we had planned to go get our tree today. In my head I imagined a fun day choosing our tree, then the happy drive home, the smell of pine needles in our house, and then the decorating. Oooh such a happy memory. The happy day was all laid out in my head.

So Alan and I went for breakfast and then headed to a lot close by in Martinez. The selection wasn’t very big so Alan asked if I wanted to drive down to the place we got our tree last year. It was in Berkeley I think and it was gigantic. It looked like three lots next to each other. So I happily agreed and we headed out. Half way there we saw a broken christmas tree by the side of the road. It must have fallen off someone’s car. How sad. We had this whole conversation on whether the poor family who lost their tree went back and got another one, if they were sad, if they had kids in the car that were sad, if the parents were mean or couldn’t afford another tree. O.k…actually it was more a one sided conversation. Just me voicing all that while Alan sat there listening to my wild imaginings. His only contribution was yeah and maybe they cancelled Christmas. (from Christmas with the Kranks) Ok so anyhoo…when we got to Berkeley to where the turn off to the tree lot was, there was NO TREE LOT! Waah waaah waaah! We drove all that way and there were no trees. I was so disappointed. Poof there went my happy christmas tree shopping day.