After much debating over whether we should purchase a sassy lime green fake tree, a vintage aluminum tree, or a traditional real one.... we opted for the latter. After last year's expensive, ugly, last minute real tree purchase we wanted to give real trees another chance... I know my mother must have insisted upon real trees every year for a reason!
Besides, now we own a shop-vac to suck up all those needles.
For family night we purchased the tree and set it up in its stand, then it was good-night to Maggie, homework for Dan, and Fabulous Decorating Time for Megs. We were limited in our number of light strands, so I couldn't be as thorough as my mother always is. And my ornament collection is not as grandiose as I hope it will someday be. But I'm quite pleased with how it turned out.
After sitting for a good half hour staring at my "clean, well-lighted" tree I began to realize that the next day Maggie would wake up and as usual wreak havoc on the place. What would become of my tree? Would yanking the lights off and throwing the ornaments become her new favorite game? Like ripping off our book covers and taking our VHS tapes out of their cases?
Turns out, I didn't need to worry. The next morning we played in her room until I got brave and opened the door. I plugged in the tree and watched her mouth form into that perfect little "o" reserved for surprise occassions such as those. She ran up to the tree and batted at a branch. I followed up with a firm "No!" She burst into tears and ran to hug me.
She's only touched it one time since with the exact same reaction. I know its only been 2 1/2 days with the tree but I'm dang happy there hasn't been a single ornamental casualty.
p.s. I still want an aluminum tree, isn't it awesome?