The engineer returned home from a quick trip to the store with a smile that a mundane errand could never produce. It was a smile that could only be brought on by surprising your wife with a Charlie Brown Christmas tree. His smile revealed that he was aware he had done something truly great.
He swiftly removed his surprise from the plastic bag and presented the box to me like a waiter displaying a fine wine for approval. Approved. In fact, I think I love the box as much as the tree itself. A polk-a-dot, three-sided box displaying the words "it just needs a little love." Don't we all.
True, husband did bring home flowers earlier this week. A beautiful pot of red poinsettias. But I stand by my original statement. A Charlie Brown Christmas tree is better.