Hunting Christmas Trees

On Saturday afternoon, we bundled up the kids (it was snowing) and trekked down the road a bit to cut down our Christmas tree. With darkness quickly approaching, we were in a bit of a hurry to find a tree - and so in hind sight, maybe we were just a little too rushed to select a good tree...

The kids found the tree they wanted for their room right away. It was the perfect height, had lots of nice greenery, and we light and easy to cut down. Brice and Landin went at the tree with the saw, and after two short pulls the tree was down.
Now if we could just find the tree for downstairs... Humm... after trekking around for what seemed like a really long time, we just couldn't find one. Both Brice and I got frustrated (recipe for tree selection disaster). The kids were losing patience too. Ryder was eating snow with a stick and landin was rolling around in it. Mazlow, thinking we are were crazy for standing out in the cold when there was a perfectly warm car to sit in, toddled through the snow and let himself into the car and sat in his seat waiting for us. So when we passed for the hundredth time a tree that was frail and threadbare, but standing up straight, with easy access from the road, we decided to cut it down and take it home.

When we got home and went to put the tree up Brice just laughed... "we are not putting this thing up in the house." Yes, yes we are... it will look fine once it has some lights and ornaments.

Brice was right, I was wrong. But it's too late to turn back now. We have our little skinny lopsided Charlie Brown Christmas tree fully decorated and in its place in the living room. We are committed.

So if you come over this Christmas to visit, don't laugh... know that we realize how silly our tree looks, and we love it anyway. Merry Christmas!