A What Tree?

So do you know what this picture below is? I thought I knew as well, but apparently we're being sent down a convoluted trail, one which is disturbing on so many levels. I'm not confused though, and I'll clear it right up.


This is a Christmas Tree. Specifically it is my Christmas Tree from last year. It is not a "Family Tree" (ya hear that Lowe's?). Nor is it a "Holiday Tree" (ya hear that Target?).


My family is sitting under it. Actually, they are fighting under it. That doesn't change the title of it one iota. That merely makes it a family's Christmas tree or a tree for display during the Christmas holiday. Can you see the difference?

Here's where I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Shhh. Don't tell anyone, but it's not a real tree. It's an artificial one. Pick yourself up off the floor now and admit you are shocked that such a lifelike beauty is actually made in a manufacturing plant and began as a bunch of plastic pellets.

You know this is leading up to something. At least you're hoping it is, right? Well, the tree is getting old and losing lots of needles (see I told you it was lifelike). It will probably need to be replaced soon. Next week I'll drag it out of the attic to see if this is the year, or if it can hold out one more season. Regardless of when I replace it, I do know what I will buy. And what I will not.

I will not buy a Family Tree (sorry, Lowe's). I will not buy a Holiday Tree (sorry, Target). I will buy a Christmas Tree. Bless you, Hobby Lobby, for calling a spade a spade...and a Christmas Tree a Christmas Tree!

Now I'm going to wash the political correctness rant off my fingers. The next post will be back to my regular "aren't my little darlings just perfect?" posts to which you look forward. And believe unequivocally.