Mac and I were doing some yard work and then doing some attic exploration and then doing some garage arranging and then...the tree was up. Actually, two trees. And almost lights in the shrubs but there was no electrical out let (how can that be in the home of an electrician?)
In our defense, in the garage was my grandma's Christmas tree that I claimed for our living room when no one else wanted it because this year we have a living room and a family room so I wanted a tree in each room. So we dragged it in to the living room on a whim. But the lights were wonky so we took them off and put on new ones which looked very pretty. And then, why not put her old ornaments on her tree that we inherited? OK! And then, let's go into the attic and get gramma's tree topper! OK! And then in the attic, there's gramma's little table-top tree still decorated from last year (put up just before she passed.) Well! Let's take that downstairs too! OK!
And let's put it on the table and leave her own topper on her own little tree!
And, and, and...
And now we have two Christmas trees in the living room and it isn't even Thanksgiving. And we still have to bring our own tree here from our old old house for the family room.
And, um, did I mention we're painting the living room? Where we already put two trees up?
So!We put our Christmas tree up whenever Mac & I are left home alone with no one to stop us.