so my mother won't call me a scrooge...

So I decided to purchase a tree after being considered a "scrooge" for not having done so by my own kindhearted mother. I began the search by first trying Garden Ridge (since my roommate said they were having a sale). Let's just say that I have never witnessed such a pathetically sad collection of trees. They almost seemed to be pleading me to let them go out to eat (unfortunately the fact that they are plastic would diminish their ability to fatten up despite mass quantities of carbs). They were thin, spare, and overall despite their height greatly lack in realistic appeal. I thought to myself, self let's us go and try another store since we seem to be finding little to nothing and they are all over $35!!!
I then made my way to Lowe's to see what they might have left (my heart still set on a live tree). I found two tree outside and my heart dropped, fearing that this may be the only two left (since it is only a week before Christmas). They I entered through those two sets of sliding doors almost hearing the faint call of Christmas being whistled through the branches of my own dear little tree.
Their he sat.
I looked with eagerness at him. Gently lifting him around about to see if he could be so perfect. Each branch was green, each space was filled with soft almost downy branches. Could this be! My little tree had no price tag, so I rushed heart wishing for a good deal to the front of the line. And their was my sign. My reassurance. Serendipitous.
$5 was blazed across the sign scratching out the previous pricey amount of $35. Could it be! I said to myself. Quickly I called in for back up asking the sales man if this was so. It was and I joyously claimed my little tree. Tree in tow I headed home to ordain with little ornaments.

My very own, first Christmas tree. What an experience!