This past weekend, we finally did one thing that I had been waiting to do since -ahem- the day after Thanksgiving. Yes, I have always loved picking out our Christmas tree.... I remember trips from years past to local tree farms, where my family would chop down our own tree, then munch on candy canes and sip hot cider while it was prepared for us to take home on top of the car. It is easily one of my favorite and most treasured traditions.
This year was no different. We poked around a local shop, looking at possible options and examining them all in the chilly December air. We settled, as usual, on a frasier fir, and let me tell you, this tree is beautiful.
Last night, we decorated the tree.... another one of my favorite traditions. The strings of lights cast such a pretty glow, luminating the ornaments we hang on the tree year after year. As I've written here so many times, this season is one of my favorites. The idea of a "merry little Christmas" has always appealed to me; nothing too over-the-top nor too simple. As is usually the case, I somehow like the wait and the in between moments of this season, like these, a little more than the actual holiday.
What memories do you have of picking out a Christmas tree? I'd love to know.
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