We got our Christmas tree on Saturday. It’s our first REAL LIVE tree in 6 years. We have had a midget skinny fake tree for the past six years. How did we survive without the height, scent, and beauty of a fresh fraser fir all this time? This is also the first Christmas in six years that we are staying home for the holidays—no traveling for us! That’s why we got a real tree this time—we decided it was only worthwhile if we were going to be home on Christmas. We spent some time on Saturday morning rearranging our family room to make room for the tree, and then it was off to the farm.
We went to none other than trusty Bill’s Berry Farm in the blustery mid-20 degree windy weather on Saturday to find the perfect Christmas tree. Luckily we parked close and found a beautiful, affordable (only $45!) tree in less than 10 minutes. Paying for it and toting it to the van took longer than picking it out. Poor Rose was sick. Amber was only three and a half weeks old. But when Thanksgiving ends, Christmas begins so we went for it anyways. I zipped Amber underneath my coat and she stayed toasty warm in spite of the frigid air. We found the tree and then the kids and I hustled back into the warm van while Jeff did his manly duty and tied the tree to the roof.
I love this place. Bill knows how to make magic.
We found it! Rose smiled in spite of her fever, little dear.
Jeff brought our 50-foot rope and quickly realized that it does not take an entire 50 feet of rope to secure a Christmas tree to a van roof, ha ha. He made it work though.
Sweet sick Rose slept on the couch while we decorated the tree.
Beautiful. With that old sheet crumpled up underneath as a tree skirt and my homemade cardboard star on top, it’s so lovable.
Speaking of lovable…
I spy a darling little Christmas present under there…
Our Amber-elf. That red velvet dress was so warm, Amber slept the rest of the day away.
Peace on Earth.
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