My husband and I don't really fight all that often.

He's a Leo ... he's very proud, very stoic, very no-nonsense.

I'm a Gemini ... I'm very passionate, very verbal and very emotional.

One of my husband's favorite things to do is tell me we'll discuss a disagreement when I'm "ready to be rational."

Yeah, don't hold your breath for that, Sparky.

Anyway, I know there's at least one occasion each year where Andy and I are going to get into it.

We fight every time we put the Christmas tree up.

Because we have so much planned for the holiday season, we decorated early this year. It was last Sunday ... we went to church, and I had to go to the office to get some things done, so Andy told me he was going to have the lights and garland on the tree by the time I got home so Will and I could hang the ornaments.

Before I left, I told Andy where I thought the tree should go ... our living room is not huge, and there was one spot he could have placed it where he would only have had to move a shadow box cabinet into one of the spare bedrooms.

When I got home, he had moved the shadow box cabinet, both bookshelves, the couch, the console TV and both end tables. He had decided he wanted the tree in the front window, and to accomplish this he had to rearrange the entire room.

He was pretty proud of himself. I complimented how the tree looked ... he'd used more lights than usual, and the three strands of garland he'd used were all wrapped around the tree perfectly evenly.

I built him up ... then inadvertently knocked him right back down again.

"You need me to help you move that shelf and scoot the TV back?" I asked, completely innocently.

Seriously, the TV and the bookshelf the DVDs are on were crammed in this little space, caddy cornered and overlapping. It did not look good.

Andy's eyes clouded over. I knew I'd messed up.

"I knew whatever I did it would be wrong," he spat. "I think it looks fine."

I couldn't help myself.

"No, honey, it doesn't," I said.

We went back and forth for a bit ... if we arranged the furniture my way, there was one spot on the couch where someone who was sitting there would not be able to see the television. If we left it the way Andy had it, it would bug the heck out of me.

We did end up moving the furniture where I wanted it. Andy grumbled the entire time, but I know he realized after he did it that my way was better.

He'd never admit it, though ... it's a Leo thing. He'll go to his grave saying it looked fine the way he had it.

For some people, the holidays start with Thanksgiving. For us, the season kicks off with the tree fight.

Happy Holidays!