Following James' bout with the big P last year, he was diagnosed with asthma. As a result, the good doctor asked us not to have a real tree this year. For the first time since our marriage nine years ago, Taryn and I will be celebrating Christmas with a fake tree.
I got one of those pre-lit trees and just finished setting it up. It looks pretty darn good considering. Furthermore, there are no prickly little needles around the house and in the car. When Christmas 2004 is but a memory I'll pack her up and store her away until next December. We should have gone this route a long, long time ago.
