With a little bit of encouragement from Len, we've been getting a fresh tree every year since we got married (except for last year when we were convinced Klaudia would be here by Christmas - she didn't show up until 3.5 weeks later). The tree we usually get is not that expensive, and I don't mind the mess afterwards. What I love about it is the smell and the atmosphere it creates.
This year we were invited by friends to go to a tree farm to get our own fresh tree. This was very special because it wasn't just about choosing the right tree, it was also about cutting it.
Here we are still looking for IT.
... looking for it and sipping a hot cider:
When we found it, it was time to cut it. The farm people taught us how to do it so that a new tree could grow in place of ours.On the way to our car, Santa stopped by to say hi. It turned out, K is not a big fan of Santa. She welcomed him with a big cry. She was doing much better when he left.
And, even after he left, she kept looking making sure he was GONE GONE.
Before we left, we said bye to our friends.
Then it was time to set up our tree...
... and then decorate it.
2 comments:
Gotta have a real tree! Just spritz some water on and enjoy the smell...mmmmh Christmas.
It's a beautiful tree! Looks like you had a great time picking it out. Klaudia making sure that Santa is gone is too funny; my friend's 18 month old says, "No ho ho!" when she sees Santa, ha! He *is* kinda scary...
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