Every year during the weekend after Thanksgiving we get our Christmas tree. This year was no exception. The Man and his family would go and cut down their tree when he was growing up. I had always wanted to do this so when we got married this became our tradition. I don’t mind at all because it has yet to be snowing and is never super cold when we got to get it (one of the many perks of living in the Pacific Northwest!)
The tree farm that we go to is about 15 minutes down the road from our house. It takes The Man and I about 25 minutes tops to park, walk around and find our tree, cut it down, pay for it and leave. For some reason we agree really easily on a tree. I’m wondering how long it will take once Munchkin can voice her opinion! Hopefully not much longer.
This year The Man spotted it right away but I needed to look a little more. After finding nothing else I liked, I agreed that he had found the tree. Once we got it in our house, I knew he was right. It fit perfectly for where we want it. Tree always look smaller in the wild and seem to grow when you bring them in. This one did. It doesn’t help that our ceiling are short. I love sitting in a dark room with the Christmas light on. It’s so pretty and peaceful.
Looking for our tree
In front of our tree before cutting it down
Getting ready to cut it down
Do you have your tree up yet? Is it real for fake?