My husband hates Christmas. He has worked in retail for 14 years, so he has come by it honestly. I understand it, really I do. If Christmas starts in August, it's hard to give a flying rat's rear end about it in December. But last year when he told me he couldn't have a real tree in the house because of allergies, I was pretty much devastated.
I've had a year to get used to the idea. I prepared myself for a fake tree. I thought I wanted a smaller one -- like 5 feet tall -- but couldn't find one I liked. Finally, we agreed on one that was 7ft tall and had white lights. I went into a bit of a panic when it sold out just before we bought it, but The Guy prevailed and bought one moments after some other Grinch returned it to the store!
I promised I would not put up decorations until into December. We've have the outside decorated for awhile consisting of a door wreath, one string of lights, and the BIGGEST WREATH YOU HAVE EVER SEEN that is now attached to our porch. But I promised the inside would not be decked out until closer to the holidays.
We put up the tree today. Since The Guy puts together 3 - 5 of them a year, he was in charge and I follow orders. We like it when our roles are defined. Also, he got to give orders for a change! Layer by layer we opened the tree. I was impressed with what I saw. It's not the ugly fake trees I pictured from the 80s. It's gorgeous!
Now I am sitting here in the living room typing by the light of the tree and being very grateful The Guy put aside his hate-on for Christmas to make me happy.