Tree Cutting, Part I

It's tradition to cut down a Christmas tree with my parents. Whether it's our tree or theirs depends on who roadtrips for Thanksgiving, but it's something fun to kick off the season.


My Sweets liked the idea of using the same saw every year, so in 2008 he bought a basic wooden one from the hardware store and carved in the date. That first year we already had a tree at home, but we helped Grandpa J cut his on Christmas Eve. {Yes, the 24th.} Last year we went with my parents near their house and then again near ours. This year we'll do the same.


Ideally tree cuttings are a family affair, but yesterday was blistery cold near my parents. My Sweets offered to stay in the car with the babe while I hopped out with Buby and Bleu. But Bleu refused to wear a coat or socks {surprise!}, so it was just me and Buby tagging along. We took a wagon ride into the concolor field and immediately found the perfect tree. Seriously, my mom spied the prettiest tree ever!


Buby jumped around so giddy, threw snowballs, climbed a mountain of hay, ventured down the crazy black slide, saw a real reindeer, rolled snow, and thoroughly enjoyed his cup of cocoa. He loves winter! We did it fast and returned to the car. Bleu couldn't have cared less that she missed all the action. She was perfectly content right where she was.




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