Part of our weekend plans had been to find this year's Christmas tree, but a full day of rain made us push the plans back until this afternoon, so after a morning of good books, Christmas carols on the piano, and some journal writing, we headed out to hunt our tree.
Cutting a fresh Christmas tree has been a part of my Christmas traditions for as long as I can remember. In recent years we've gotten our tree from the same local, family owned tree farm just twenty minutes away. It was a little warmer this year, and a little quieter, since we went on a weekday. We picked a tree quickly and enjoyed some giggles with the young lads of the family while they shook and wrapped the tree. Apparently in their family if they didn't know the difference between a pine and a fir by the age of six they were in trouble. And they love Rudolph (which is apparently on TV tomorrow night) and A Claymation Christmas (which is our all-time favorite).
So the tree is up, and that means we'll have a chance to get the last of the decorations off the floor and up where they belong—a crucial step in getting the house neatened up. Hopefully we'll get to that tomorrow.
