Ohhhhh....how I miss the annual "Christmas Tree Fight"!! The day Mom & Dad decided it was time to go get a tree. The fight would begin before we had our coats on.
Mom: Al, please don't be a cheap ba##ard this year.
Dad: Shut the h3ll up, Nancy and get in the car. Do you want a tree, or not?
(On the way to the cheap lot)
Mom: You always have to ruin Christmas, don't you, you cheap ba##ard!! You can't even spring to buy a decent tree.
Dad: Shut the h3ll up, Nancy.
(Little Al, Bruce, and Debbie from back seat)
Kids All together: Dad's a cheap ba##ard! Dad's a cheap ba##ard!!
Dad: You kids better shut the h3ll up or I'm going to give you something to cry about.
(Fast forward to tree being selected and heading back home)
Mom: Al, look at that damn tree! You could drive a f***in' truck through the holes in it! You cheap ba##ard!!
Dad: Shut the h3ll up, Nancy, or I'll drive a f***in' truck through you!!!
Kids: Dad's a cheap ba##ard! Dad's a cheap ba##ard!!
(Tree is home, hung from an I-beam in the basement for the tree branches to mysteriously fall into place and fill in the holes)
Dad to Little Al: Go get the G.D. hand saw!!! I'll cut some branches and wire them in the holey spaces to fill this little s**t out.
Little Al: Okay, dad, but you know you're going to end up going to the nursery and buying the blue spruce mom wanted in the first place.
Dad: Shut the h3ll up before you get the back of my hand across your fizzog!!
(Fast forward 3 hours and a case of beer later)
Mom: Al, Bruce, Debbie!! Get in the car, NOW!!! Your dad finally passed out & the nursery closes in an hour!
Ah.....the memories of a fine, fond, family tradition! How I miss them!!