Today we cut down our Christmas tree. I firmly believe in real trees, for many of the reasons listed here (although this website cannot be called neutral, at all).
We have been going out to the same farm for several years now. It is very close by, practically in our neighborhood, and it is a family farm operated by a large extended family. They groom their trees fairly nicely, although there are always a few odd ones left in the field that can be fun to find. A few that were never bought have grown quite large, and stick up strangely.
After tromping about and playing Marco Polo in the lines of trees, we ended up picking a skinny tree I thought would fit in our house. Carbon and his dad cut it down, and then Carbon and his Papi (grandpa) carried it to the truck.
I love these holiday field trips, and how we return to the same farm each year for our pumkin, the same farm each year for our tree, etc. It just feels good, and is a lot more fun than buying one at the grocery store or on a lot.
Even after I had an exhausting day at work, this tree cutting trip was wonderful. O, Christmas tree, O, Christmas tree ...
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