Our own little piece of Christmas Magic!It's true, every year we have a tree where most of the ornaments are hung in the same spot. But at least the kids are getting taller, so we now have ornaments hung at varying heights. This year, they used every single ornament we own, which is a lot. That's okay though, because all those ornaments hide the ugly fake tree underneath. We have a love-hate relationship with our ugly fake tree. We love being able to stick it next to the heat vent without worrying, we love not watering it, and we love the simplicity of pulling it out of a box. But we hate the shape, the lights, and the lack of smell. I miss my real tree, pine needles, sap and all. One year we are going to venture into the woods and cut down our own tree. Another fantasy, and one that was not destined to happen this year.
And here is what Maggie Dog, all decked out in her holiday best, thought of the evening's activity:
In addition to putting up the tree, I finally got my act together and talked to our mortgage guy today. He seems to think we could still qualify for a home loan even if we decide to keep this house as an investment and rent it out. So now we have an appointment to talk to a property manager about renting our house out. Sell or rent, sell or rent, that is the question of our lives. Of course, the fantasy here is that a perfect solution exists, one where everything falls into place and the stars align. I let go of my Christmas tree fantasy. I guess I need to let go of my perfect moving situation fantasy too, and just sit back and let the magic happen. Or at least let SOMETHING happen.
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