Men In Trees
Wednesday - December 05, 2007
Are you familiar with that Bill Murray movie called Groundhog Day? It’s a movie about a guy who wakes up and relives the same day every day. And so it is with me and our annual purchase of a Christmas tree. No matter how much I want to change it, the same thing happens every year.
The reason is my wife is a Christmas tree fanatic - really. She absolutely must have the perfect live tree for our home. It’s an obsession I’m willing to live with, as my wife never does anything for herself. She’s always helping others and taking care of friends and family.
But the process is not painless. In fact, buying a Christmas tree with my wife is excruciating. It started from when we got married nearly 20 years ago. It was the day after Christmas and we had hung our 1,001 folded golden paper cranes on a perfectly shaped Christmas tree.
Since then, she is committed to having that perfect tree every year. I have a feeling that as soon as the tree containers hit the docks here in Hawaii, my wife’s radar goes up.
I can also picture all those people who work on the Christmas tree lots sitting in a bar before the first day of sales, and they are all drawing straws to see who will be the unfortunate person who has to assist my wife in the selection of our tree. This year, the lucky fellow was a guy named “Uncle Henry.” My wife tasked him with helping her find a tree.
I wouldn’t know because after asking for the eighth tree to be pulled out of the container and opened up, I went to go hide somewhere else on the lot. It’s the only time I don’t want to be associated with my wife.
So I’m hiding and lurking between all the “sold” trees and I run into a bunch of men. After a few pointed questions, I found that they too were hiding while their spouses were selecting trees. It was an early Christmas present to know that, after 20 years, I finally found my “peeps.”
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