Christmas is one of my favorite holidays, hands down. Being married and having a house of our own has made it even more fun and memorable. This year we started a new tradition of cutting down our Christmas tree with the Garfield's. After several trips in and out of the house, two trips to the Home Depot (the boys had to each buy their own saws), and one trip to Starbucks we were on our way. Thanks to a good tip from a friend, we found the farm out in Mt. Airy and set out to find the perfect tree.
Every couple needs their picture in front of their tree of choice. Don't mock us, until you do it.
Mel made the tree cutting look easy as they settled on their tree before we could decide on ours.
I wasn't really prepared for our mammoth beast of a tree when Seth had finally finished cutting it down.
If only tying the trees to the top of the Jeep were so easy as finding the tree itself.
Stop. We weren't more than two turns away from the place until all of a sudden our tree decided it was time to fall off the roof on the side of Rt. 27 with cars flying by at 50mph. Mel and I laughed as the boys hiked up on the hood of the car to fix the problem. What tree cutting experience would be fun without the tree falling off the roof at least once?
And what tree cutting experience would be fun without an underestimation of their size. Behold, our tree. (They really do look smaller on the field of a farm.)
The good news is, we chopped a foot off the top and rearranged the whole living room to make it work.
Finally home. It really doesn't look so mammoth with the lights and ornaments on.Our new tradition was a success, with the addition of several games of Rummikub for me and Mel, chili and nachos for dinner, and movies and popcorn curled up on the couch with the husbands.