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It's December first, and you and your boyfriend of almost two years are searching for the perfect Christmas tree. Christmas is your absolute favorite holiday of the year, and you're thrilled to be decorating. It's your first Christmas living together, and you are determined to make your shared apartment look absolutely perfect for the holidays. Even if you tend to have a soft spot for the misshapen, scrawny trees that look like they just need a friend ."

"What about this one?" Spencer asks, propping up a gargantuan tree.

"That's like, thirty feet tall," You shake your head in disapproval as you look at the top of the tree and how it looms over the two of you.

"Actually, if I had to guess, I would say it's more like—" Spencer starts, delving into one of his convoluted calculations. He abruptly stops when he sees the unimpressed look on your face. You may listen to and enjoy his rants more than anyone else, but even he knows that a good ramble is not going to spare him from losing this argument.

He clears his throat and looks back at the tree. He climbs on his tiptoes and swats at the air above his head, seemingly trying to determine if he can even reach the top of the tree. He cannot. He looks at you with disappointment and concedes, "Okay, yeah, it's kind of big."

"What about this one?" you ask, practically skipping across the lot and heading towards the rows of shorter trees. You point to a measly-looking little tree, with practically bare branches. It's barely taller than you, and Spencer looks down at its sad form with a grimace.

"That's pathetic, babe," he says flatly.