Tonight I placed my Santa Claus chapeau upon my head, Jason threw "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation" into the VCR and I began one of my favorite events of the entire calendar year: decorating the Christmas Tree.
Little did I know just how fraught with conflict this simple pleasure was to become. Ladies and gentleman, blog readers who read this random collections of thought daily and those of you who pop in from time to time: I need your help.
I spent my childhood watching my mom, Lila, wrap the trunk of the tree in white lights (so the interior of the tree is illuminated) and then string the rest of the tree with multi-colored lights. Year after year, Christmas after Christmas. The ornaments might have changed, sometimes there was ribbon, sometimes there was flocking on the branches. But the lights always remained the same.
Jason also grew up with multi-colored lights on his tree. However, his preference now is for plain white lights covering the entire tree.
You see the problem?
Our first year, I acquiesced to Jason's request for simple white lights. After all, he had made concessions of his own in purchasing a live tree for the first time in years. Last year, we weren't really in the mood for Christmas due to the trauma surrounding Jason's job loss. At the last minute, I threw up some garland wrapped in white lights and hung ornaments from that.
For those keeping track, that's white lights: 2, multi-colored lights: 0.
Although I won't be posting pictures of our tree until December 15th (BooMama's 2008 Christmas Tour of Homes!), I will tell you that our tree is currently sporting multi-colored lights. And yet, for the display on the top of our entertainment center I used white lights. See? Compromise. Even the Queen of Christmas Tree Decorating can manage it.
So here's where you come in. At the top of my sidebar there are two polls. Please, please, please, would you register your vote? And if you'd like to leave some more elaborate thoughts, feel free to comment on this post.
Remember, your vote counts. And my pride is depending on it. But, no pressure...
And if you do nothing else today (besides vote in my silly little polls, of course), do yourself a favor and watch the following clip. At least through 2:47, longer if you have time. I promise you won't be sorry.
(P.S. Jason knows about this post and the polls. In fact, he asked for them. Just didn't want you to think I was doing this behind his back. Ok, that's all. Go vote now!)