The Year We Stole A Christmas Tree

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Well thanksgiving was a lot of fun this year. I ate so much food that I thought I was about to throw up. I came home and slipped into a food coma. The only thing I was dreading was heading back to work the next day. I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep until noon but I had to get back to the office.

Now I have to say that I was never a true Black Friday soldier until I met my wife. It has become a tradition of ours to start our Christmas shopping the day after Thanksgiving at the butt crack of dawn and we always have one goal. To finish our shopping in one day. We have never been able to do this and with me having to go back to work we were not sure it was even possible but I had a secret plan.

While I headed into to the office, Brittney made her way to Belk and started her adventure in the crowd. While she was dealing with the crazy people fighting over boots (you know who you are) I hit the net and started doing a little shopping on my own. We stayed in constant contact as we were texting one another as we found really good deals. We manage to knock out half of our list when I was asked if I wanted to leave early. I accepted the invite with a smile and ran out of that place like it was about to blow up.

I met my wife at Old Navy and we shopped some more and manage to take another huge chunk out of our list. We walked back to our cars and Brittney asked me if I wanted to go ahead and get our tree. I was so excited. We have never had our tree up before December.

Due to the nature of the story, I will not say which store we went to or any employee’s name.

We arrived at the store and saw all the Christmas trees lined up. After debating which size we needed for our tiny house (For some reason I thought that it was one size fits all) we brought it over to the employee with the chainsaw to trim it up a bit for us. After he was done he bagged it in a net and then told the much younger employee (He looked like he was 12) to help us secure it on the top of our car.

After pulling the car around the young employee started his job of making sure this tree was not going to fly off the roof of my Santa Fe and land in the middle of Highway 74. I looked at Brittney and gave her my debit card and gave her instructions to go inside and pay for our tree. I stood there and waited for the employee to finish while checking my phone for new emails and Scramble With Friends request (Sharon, I promise to play you back.). Brittney came back and we proceeded to talk about going home and getting the Christmas stuff out of the closet and start decorating the house. Finally the employee finished and we got in our car and proceeded to leave.

We got halfway home when Brittney looked at me and said that she never paid for the tree and held our my debit card. She told me that she went inside and got in line at the register and the store clerk said she could not ring up the tree cause Brittney did not bring something for her to scan. she told me that she then got distracted by our conversation when she returned. I blame pregnancy brain! I looked at the steering wheel and said nothing.

We got back to our house and I have to say that I felt guilty decorating that tree. I looked at Brittney after we were done and told her I will just mail the store a check later this week. On another note, we actually did finish our shopping that day. I even had money left over to buy some lights for the outside of the house.

Now that the gifts are bought, the tree is up, and the house is decorated we can relax and enjoy the rest of the holiday season. We can’t wait for Karsyn to be here and enjoy next Christmas with us but we are looking forward to our last one with it being “just the two of us”. Looking around the house and into my wife’s eyes makes me smile, not because of the accomplishment we just made together, but that this year will always be the year we stole our Christmas tree.

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Author: tfun2662

I am 24 years old and I love to write about everything!

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