While visiting Christmas for Pittsburgh one year, I decided to buy a steeply discounted fake Christmas tree at Pool City the day after Christmas.
This tree is the one thing about me that I know Andy would love to change. The box is busted, there is no good place to store it, and it’s fake. Really fake.
There haven’t been major fights per se over the tree, just aggravation. It went up yesterday while we stayed in different rooms to avoid conflict. The tree’s box laying there dilapidated on the living room floor.
Maybe one day Andy will get his wish. But for now, the tree is staying!