MIL Sent Us a Christmas Tree and Forced Us to Decorate It – I Regret Listening to Her

I never thought I’d end up in such a strange holiday mess—one that included a questionable Christmas tree, my overbearing mother-in-law, and a secret she was desperate to keep under wraps. Here I am, putting down what happened, partly to make sense of the shock myself and partly hoping that by sharing it, I can help someone else steer clear of the same mistake. I’m Jade, and I’m happily married to Gavin. Our home is a quaint little place in the suburbs, featuring a warm living room that’s just right for those festive get-togethers. This is truly the spot I’ve always imagined for hosting my first big family Christmas.

 

As a child, Christmas in my family was a simple yet joyful celebration: we would pick out a real pine or fir tree from a nearby lot, hang a few hand-me-down ornaments, and share lots of laughter over steaming mugs of hot cocoa. I never really considered how much effort some families put into their decorations or how the holiday could turn into a real struggle. Then I married Gavin, and I stepped into the world of my mother-in-law, Georgina.

From the very first day, Georgina was someone you couldn’t ignore. She was quite opinionated about everything: the proper way to fold napkins, the ideal color of flowers for the table, and the “right” method for seating guests to ensure lively conversation. She once scolded me for buying the “wrong brand” of flour for a pie crust, insisting that only one specific label could give the texture she found acceptable. I made an effort to be polite and pick up some advice here and there, but honestly, I mostly found her to be quite overwhelming.

 

 

 

Gavin would often comfort me by saying that Georgina’s interference stemmed from her desire to uphold family traditions. “She’s simply stuck in her routines,” he remarked. “Don’t take it personally, Jade.” Still, it was hard not to feel like I was being personally attacked when she’d completely change my centerpiece or shuffle the place settings just moments before the guests showed up. I often reassured myself that perhaps she would settle down once she understood I had no intention of taking her place as the family hostess.

Our first few Christmases together were spent at Georgina’s place. She always said, “It’s the only place big enough for everyone,” or “It’s tradition to gather at the matriarch’s home.” But that all shifted when she surprised us last year by declaring that I would be the one hosting. While I was thrilled—decorating and cooking are two of my favorite things—there was also a nagging feeling of doubt in the back of my mind. Georgina had never given up the host role so easily.

Regardless, I was set on doing my best. I aimed to show my in-laws and myself that I could craft a cozy, delightful holiday atmosphere. For months, I dedicated myself to planning the menu, hunting through thrift stores for one-of-a-kind ornaments, and selecting a fresh color scheme for my living room. In the middle of October, which is quite early for any holiday-related things, Georgina sent us a big box. I received a shipping label from some random store located in a different state. I was even more taken aback by the note I found attached:

 

 

“Here’s the tree you’ll be using for Christmas.” Put it close to the door in the living room. Feel free to decorate it however you want.

The note bore Georgina’s signature, written in her usual neat cursive style. There’s no talk about using color-coded ornaments or any rules for tinsel. It’s a strange request to use this particular artificial tree, and it seems like there’s no intention to oversee my decorating choices? That was really unexpected. I can still picture myself in the hallway, standing beside my husband, the note trembling in my hand as I went over the words again. “Do you find this a bit odd?”“I asked him.”

He shrugged, but there was an unmistakable hint of discomfort in his expression. “You know how Mom is—she’s always had a way of taking charge when it comes to holiday plans.” Perhaps she’s taking a different route this time: giving you the tree while allowing you to choose everything else. Perhaps this is her way of finding a middle ground.

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