Oh Christmas Tree

We bought the Christmas tree a week ago Monday, but this past Monday we pulled out all of the decorations and decorated it after Ruby went to bed. I’ve come to the conclusion that it doesn’t really matter how you decorate your tree, it will be gorgeous and magical. Seriously, there’s something magic about sitting with the lights out looking at the small lights of the Christmas tree.

Tuesday morning before he left for work, Kyle turned the lights on the tree back on. When Ruby woke up, she nursed and snuggled for a few minutes as usual, and then wandered out into the hallway. When she saw some of the Christmas lights on, she went “Ooh!”, pointed at the lights, and ran down the hallway to see what was going on. She has done this every morning since we decorated the tree. She’s so adorable it even melts my stone-cold heart.

The Color of a Tree

I plopped my tree on the return counter. The clerk looked at it and summed up in two words why I was at Wal-Mart in something of a tiff, returning a Christmas tree I had purchased only two hours earlier.

“It’s black.”

That’s precisely what I thought! Not thirty minutes earlier, Kyle had opened the box, and I looked at my prized tree.

“It’s black.”

It kind of made all of my excitement in regards to my new tree fall flat.

“No,” Kyle reasoned, “that’s the bottom of the needles. It’ll look greener when we put it upright.” So he put the tree upright.

“It’s black. I’m returning it right now.”

At the return counter, the clerk told me that I was the second person returning a Christmas tree that for all intents and purposes looked green in the picture. The label mentioned nothing about the color of the tree. In fact, as I was in the back of Wal-Mart for the second time that day, I noted that with the exception of the cleverly disguised black Christmas tree, every other oddly colored tree was noted on the label. “Indiana Spruce White Tree.” “Indiana Spruce Pink Tree.” “Indiana Spruce Purple tree.” It’s like they’re trying to sneak black Christmas trees into people’s homes hoping nobody will notice.

But seriously, who buys a black Christmas tree? Well, ok, who buys a black Christmas tree on purpose? (Seeing as I am clearly the type of person who buys a black Christmas tree on accident.) The appallingly poor labeling isn’t going to take them very far, considering Wal-Mart’s incredibly lenient return policy. Before I left the return desk, I made sure to sympathize with the clerk in regards to how many indignant people returning black Christmas trees he is likely to see this season. I’m sure I won’t be the last.