A Christmas Story

Birthday Party-Check!

Dad's Christmas Party-Check!

Department Holiday Party-Soon to be checked, I hope.

My sister stopped by on Sunday night to drop off the diaper bag we had left at my dad's. Because that's what happens when you have a million things and a handful of kids to pack into the back of the family vehicle. Anyway, most of the time I just think my sister and her husband are super cheesy, but she told us a little Christmas story that I actually found to be quite sweet. In a super cheesy way of course.

The first Christmas in their new house they were completely strapped for cash. Flat broke. For one, they had just bought a new house. They then realized the house needed a new furnace. Plus, they were newlyweds. So not a lot of cash flow going on and they decided not to buy any gifts for Christmas. But my sister desperately wanted a Christmas tree. Because as long as I can remember we have always had a real Christmas tree for Christmas. I don't anymore because I like to put the Christmas tree up right after Christmas, but that's not part of the story.

So, on Christmas Eve, her husband went out, while she was at work, and went to Zamzow's, a local garden store. (I can't think of a better way to describe it. It's early, damn it.) Anyway, he went to the Zamzow's Christmas Eve, with his friend who owns a truck, and picked up the very last tree they had on the lot. For a whopping $10 and brought it home to set up for my sister. And that's the only thing she received for Christmas that year. The only thing she wanted. How sweet is that!!!

And this story is also a testament to my sister's simplicity. Because hello! My Christmas list has never had just one item on it. Mostly because if I only put one thing Brian sends it back and says try again. But hey, a Christmas tree is better than a vacuum. Because I did get a vacuum one year for Christmas. As well as everything on my list, but still. A vacuum!!!