Thanksgiving weekend we retrieved most of our Christmas boxes from our storage unit, but because of our current Project GOOD status, we didn't want to dig out our big Christmas tree. It was WAAAAAY in the back of the unit, buried under a bunch of boxes. Instead, we decided, we would set up my mom's old (smaller) tree and a new little white tree I'd picked up at Walmart. They were much easier to get to, and two trees could take the place of one bigger tree, right?
There we were in the sunroom, setting up the first smaller tree, and I was just not feeling it. Brett and the kids were being good sports and talking up the cool factor of having two trees, but I just couldn't deal. My mom's tree, while a perfectly nice one, is not OURS. Waa, waa, waa.
So my sweet husband dug out our big tree. We're already disappointed that we haven't moved; seeing the "wrong" tree every day would just pour salt into the wound.
With that drama out of the way, we could get down to decorating our "real" tree.
So that's how we ended up with three Christmas trees this year. Well, since I'm a little late telling this story, that's no longer accurate.
Once you have three trees up, what's a fourth?