Since Little Man has been alive, we have gone to the same cut-your-own tree farm 2 miles down the road from our house to find the perfect tree. Typically, because we have been away for Thanksgiving, we have not cut our tree until the Monday or Tuesday after Thanksgiving and it has been by flashlight in the dark (yes, they will let you cut your own tree in the dark and it is an adventure, since you never quite know what your tree is going to really look like until you get it home). This year, since we were home on Black Friday, we set out for the tree farm in the daylight hours since everyone else would be shopping at that time. When we arrived at the tree farm, we noticed a tent full of trees that they were loading onto the tree stands and that the happy man handing out saws was not standing at his usual post. Upon exiting the car, we found out that since the trees are exceptionally small this year, the man who owns the place has decided to give them a year to grow; however, there are trees cut from another farm the day before for people to buy. What to do? Since we had an eager four year old and well.... an eager mommy who were determined to have a tree in the house and decorated by dinner time, we bought one of the trees, went inside for our free hot chocolate and candy cane, and then headed home to decorate and enjoy.
Daddy's not slouching, just trying to hear the little one's questions over the noise of the tree shaker! |
While we did not cut our own tree, we have been thoroughly enjoying our tree. The house smells like Christmas the moment you head down the stairs and I am pretty sure both little man and I spent an hour one morning staring at the lights. My happy Christmas season has begun.
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