“There were no trees that would fit in our house,” he said, not sounding really all that disappointed. “I guess we’ll just go with the pink one.” We had taken advantage of a post holiday sale a few years ago to get the Christmas tree of my dreams: pink, sparkly, and seventy percent off. Never again would we have to wrestle with the light strings or count the days until we could haul the dried-up fire hazard to the curb for pickup day. Or so we thought. Ethan’s reaction to the