“Time for a Christmas tree, Chris. Let’s get our warm clothes on and take a romantic stroll around the Christmas tree lot. We can enjoy the crisp weather, listen to the music and pick the perfect tree. We can take it home and let it settle in the tree stand for a couple of days before we decorate it.”
Sounded like such a delicious plan.
On the way into town, Chris realized that he needed to go to the bank to get cash for the tree and I remembered that I had to buy a card at smallMart. He dropped me off at the store and we agreed to meet up at the tree lot.
Literally less than five minutes later, I wandered over to the tree lot and saw Chris standing beside the car, with the tree chosen, wrapped and secured on the roof of the car.
He had this huge grin on his face.
“My, that was romantic, Chris. Very memorable time spent with you,” I sarcastically observed. “How in the world did you do that so quickly?”
“Well,” Chris began his short and sweet explanation. “The tree was already wrapped up. It was the right height and the guy said that if we open it at home and we don’t like it, just bring it back. This is what living in a small town is all about, right?”
Chris continued. “This is going to be one of our special traditions, Diane. So, throw me the end of that rope and let’s head home!”
Oh, to be wooed so romantically.