This year, DH decided we needed a Christmas tree. This would be completely fine if:
1. We were staying in Mexico for Christmas.
2. He was not adamant that it is bad luck to go into the New Year with your tree still up.
3. He wouldn’t have left our artificial Christmas tree in Boston nine years ago.
An artificial tree is pretty expensive here, so that left us with one (mildly undesirable option): buy a live tree from the Wal-Mart grocery store.
While I was not too excited about this idea at first, once we got to the store I realized that I wasn’t thinking about this in the right cultural context. In Mexico, lawyers haven’t gotten around to involving themselves in everything. This was great because:
In our family getting the tree onto the car and later into the stand causes a lot of swearing and arguing. We then have to ride home in the freezing cold with all the windows open and all of the non-driving hands clutching the tree.
That’s a Christmas tradition I don’t miss.