Be embarrassed for me. I know I am.
It' is time to put up the Christmas tree. It's an activity I, in part, really dread. Why? Because for 22 years Rick and I have gone back and forth about what to put on top of the tree. Growing up in my house, we always had a star at the top of the tree. In Rick's, they had an angel. Neither of us would compromise for years. We just kept the top empty.
Then we had kids. As they got older, they started caring about the top of the tree. They thought the whole angel/star fight was stupid and told us to settle things once and for all. To up the ante, they put a Wisconsin cheese hat on top of the tree to shame us.
It's been up there four years in a row.
Since Rick is a Green Bay Packer fan, he likes the cheese hat. Plus, I'm a Chicago Bears fan, so he likes the "in your face" aspect of the hat's significance. So it's been up to me to find something to top the tree. And I did. Really, I did.
First, I looked at angels. That's right. I was the bigger person by checking out what he wanted. This gesture of compromise, though unfulfilled, better be reflected in the presents I get this year. But here's the thing. The angels SUCKED. Or maybe it's just me. I'm going to let you be the judge of that. Below are five angels and, unless it's just me, they've got major attitude problems.
Like this first angel. I can tell she has no interest sitting at the top of our tree. I get enough "whatever" attitude from my kids.
Then we had kids. As they got older, they started caring about the top of the tree. They thought the whole angel/star fight was stupid and told us to settle things once and for all. To up the ante, they put a Wisconsin cheese hat on top of the tree to shame us.
It's been up there four years in a row.
Since Rick is a Green Bay Packer fan, he likes the cheese hat. Plus, I'm a Chicago Bears fan, so he likes the "in your face" aspect of the hat's significance. So it's been up to me to find something to top the tree. And I did. Really, I did.
First, I looked at angels. That's right. I was the bigger person by checking out what he wanted. This gesture of compromise, though unfulfilled, better be reflected in the presents I get this year. But here's the thing. The angels SUCKED. Or maybe it's just me. I'm going to let you be the judge of that. Below are five angels and, unless it's just me, they've got major attitude problems.
Like this first angel. I can tell she has no interest sitting at the top of our tree. I get enough "whatever" attitude from my kids.
This second one just seemed to look at me and say, "Really? You want ME on the top of your tree?"
This one came close, but her shrugged shoulder "meh" thing told me she'd sit on top of our tree, but only if she had to.
I have to be honest. This one scares me, though her "you really think your going to get away with that" attitude would sure keep kids from peeking under the tree.
And this last one just wants to be left alone. She doesn't need us and we certainly don't need her.
So sorry, my dear sweet husband. I don't think an angel is in the cards for us. Luckily, I found this BEAUTIFUL star. It will look just perfect on top of our tree. ;)
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