I didn’t know Duff was a holiday scrooge until our first December in North Carolina arrived.
I broached the subject of procuring a small pine tree.
You know…to decorate with handmade ornaments and cover in festive lights.
He seemed at best uninterested.
The word ‘hassle’ may have been tossed around. Perhaps he questioned the whole tradition and wondered if it was a ‘waste of time’.
I was pretty presuasive back then though. Still am.
He dutifully came along and managed to help me shove a meager evergreen specimen, generously spilling forth needles, into the back of our Civic.
We carried it up the flight of stairs into our cozy apartment, and after much effort, managed to erect our first Christmas tree in a newly purchased stand.