Every year we cut down our own tree. I love it. I know real trees aren't for everyone, but they're surely for us.
We didn't have to search long for our tree, mostly because there weren't a lot to choose from. We tend to go with an average size tree, fairly full in branches. We are quick to agree and don't waste any time cutting it down. That may have something to do with the cold temps too, but we just don't mess around when it comes to tree cutting.
Found it. Cut it. And away we go.
But first we got to enjoy some popcorn and a little Christmas cheer from the tree lot owner. All kinds of small town fun.
We brought our tree home, and Daddy and Doodey strung it with lights. We waited until the next day to decorate. Remember, Mama's pregnant, and I think I ran out of steam at that point.
But decorate we did, and as usual, clothing is optional at the Slavik home. (*I'm happy to report that we set our thermostat back a mere two degrees, and Nugget now stays fully dressed, all day, most days.)
And there you have it. Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, how lovely were your branches.