Money, Religion, Sex, and Christmas Trees
"It all boils down to money, religion, and sex."
This is what my grandfather told me when I informed him that I had met
someone with whom I was going to spend the rest of my life.
He figured that if a couple could agree - or even agree to disagree - on these
three subjects, they would stand half a chance of nurturing an enduring
relationship.
He advised that couples should always keep a portion of their finances
separate so that each could enjoy some financial independence: "Get a joint
account to pay your bills and split the rest 50-50."
Religion, on the other hand, was something that a couple didn't have to
share: "Let her be. God'll understand."
And a couple needed to figure out sex. My grandfather's advice was "Have
it . . . when you're married."
My grandfather was a sharp man and married to my grandmother for well over
50 years, and I have taken his counsel to heart . . . well, almost all of
it.
These days, my wife and I share our finances, and we have separate
accounts. I don't have to ask permission to buy a chain saw, and she
doesn't think twice about buying yet another pair of pointy-toed black
boots.
We've come to agree that God understands most things, so there's no point
in trying to fake it. We just try to be and do good most of the time.
And as for sex, well . . . let's just say that we followed some of his
advice.
However, as much as I appreciate my grandfather's wisdom, now that I am
older, I find that he left out an absolutely essential subject with which
couples must come to terms in order for their relationships to thrive, a
topic that has precipitated many a heated argument and come perilously
close to fouling many a Holiday.
I am speaking, of course, about the annual ordeal of choosing a Christmas
tree.
For the past two weekends, I have been working at the local Rotary Club
tree lot selling Christmas trees. 100% of our proceeds go to local
charities, and we Rotarians volunteer our time to staff the lot. You may
have even seen us there in the Raley's parking lot hoisting trees onto SUVs
or, more likely, eating donuts while huddled around the burn barrel.
The Rotarians offer three distinct species of Christmas trees - Noble firs,
Grand firs, and Silvertips (also known as Red firs). The Nobles are winter
holiday classics; a beautifully proportioned tree, they range between 7 and
8 feet and boast a bluish-green color. Grands tend to run a bit smaller,
are darker green, and are a fuller, rounder tree. Finally, the Silvertips
have much sharper grey-green needles, fewer branches, and come in heights
between 4 and 8 feet.
The Rotary Christmas tree lot is a community institution, and we attract a
wide variety of locals and visitors brimming with Holiday good cheer . . .
until they discover that their partners have radically different ideas
about what a Christmas tree looks like.
Suddenly the mood quickly sours: husbands scoff disgustedly, wives snort
derisively, and one is sure to point out that they don't want a "Charlie
Brown tree." Then they split up, each faction determined to identify the
perfect specimen of tree that fits their Christmas vision. They drag trees
into the aisles and walk studiously around, studying them from every angle.
Then they call over their partners, and the haggling begins in earnest.
Arms are folded, eyes are rolled, and exasperated mutters can barely be
heard.
These arguments are most vociferous amongst younger couples, those who have
yet to master the marital arts of paternal (or maternal) condescension,
benign neglect, and passive aggressive resistance. There are only two
outcomes to these spats: the couples stalk from the lot empty handed, or a
tree is chosen albeit with much protestation and promised recrimination.
Older couples tend to be more subtle in their antagonism, and often one
will make his way over to the burn barrel, accept a donut, and wait
dutifully until his wife has chosen her perfect tree.
So come on by the Raley's parking lot and pick out a tree. While the
Rotarians on duty may not be able to give you lasting advice on money,
religion, or sex, we definitely can provide a Christmas tree that will
satisfy at least one of you.
--Steve McKibben
12/17/06