We might get an earful from the kids about how they didn’t get to go along and help choose this year’s tree. Or about how they didn’t have a chance of getting the free candy cane and coloring book. I am hoping the excitement of seeing it already at the house will make up for purposefully excluding them. If not, oh well. It’ll be worth it. It’s not often I get a the ride in the old truck, a pretty tree, a tasty lunch and an hour alone in the middle of a Thursday with my man.
I have a secret stash of candy canes, just in case.