Unfortunately, our favorite Christmas tree farm here in town closed, due to some bug infestation killing their trees, so we had to find somewhere else to go. We got a flyer in the mail a few weeks ago advertising a tree farm, so we decided to drive over and check it out. It was in the back yard of someone's house, and the selection was much smaller than the old place, but we still managed to find a lovely tree to call our own.
Here was Ben's choice:
Unfortunately for Clark Griswold, this one wouldn't fit in our living room.
Walking through the trees. This cute little guy kept us company, although later we found out he was the neighbor's dog...
After hemming and hawing over two trees for about 10 minutes, we realized that one of them wasn't for sale. So, we chose this one:
Here's me, pretending I actually contributed manual labor to this project. It looks like I'm saluting, but I was really wiping all of the sweat from my brow.
Finally, we got the tree home, picked all of the dead needles off of the floor with our bare hands (no, this new tree place did not have a dead needle shaker-offer), and found the right place for it. Notice the absence of the nice pointy tree top and the beautiful tree topper. When Ben was setting the tree upright, he grabbed it by the very top, and snapped it right off. After we enjoyed some finger pointing, laughing, and shaking of our heads, Ben found a great alternative by throwing a Santa hat on top. Nobody (or no tree, for that matter) is perfect!!
There's nothing better than sitting in the living room in the evening with the lights from the tree glowing around the room. Our home is small, and our tree is not grand or fancy, but we are so blessed and filled with joy this Christmas season.
I hope that, no matter what kind of tree graces your home, it brings you peace and comfort on cold wintery nights.
HOLLA -
1 comment:
Very pretty tree! Love the baby belly too. :)
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