Day 1063 -- O Christmas Tree



Today we headed out to Granny D's Christmas Tree farm to select our Christmas Tree for this year.  The kids sang Christmas songs the entire way out to the farm, and once we arrived, we bumped along on the back of a tractor-drawn wagon to wooded fields full of blue spruce, Scotch pine, and Douglas fir.



The kids were troopers despite the abundance of thorns and prickers we walked through.  After carefully considering optimal height and girth, Colby dropped to the ground and used a handsaw to bring it down.  We negotiated our prize back through the brambles and thickets, and the kids thumbed a ride back on the tractor.


One of my favorite parts of the day was embracing my inner redneck with my husband, as we used rope to lash our tree to the top of the van.  No need for a rack or a truck bed in this family.  I laughed when people drove by wide-eyed as we tossed bright yellow rope to each other back and forth over the top of our van.  Hey, at least we have all four hubcaps now!

Getting a tree is hard work!
When we came home, we continued our Christmas tree decorating tradition by ordering some Gina's pizza.  The kids were more into decorating than ever, hanging the majority of the ornaments on the bottom their of the tree.  Colby and I had some re-arranging to do when they busied themselves with other thing.

But now, our tree stands regally in the corner  of our living, making my entire house smell like Christmas.  For the second night in a row, I find myself in a chair in front of a crackling fire with a glass of wine thinking, "Life is Good."

I am so grateful for this day and for the promise of many more days and nights spent in our cozy living room with our new tree.

Thank God for our Christmas tree!

Lord, thank you for a great day and for the time we got to spend together as a family.  Thank you for the many memories we made together and for the ones that will be made around this tree.  In your name I pray, Amen.





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