On Sunday, we went on an adventure that I’ve been waiting for since I realized we were moving back to Washington with my parents: The Christmas Tree Hunt.
For as far back as I can remember every year we’ve bundled up in coats and hats and gloves and wool and gone traipsing around out in the woods, getting soaked with the drizzle that is inevitably falling from the sky, looking for that perfect Christmas tree.
Now, a wild-harvested Christmas tree looks nothing like the big, bushy trees you find in the local tree lot but they have their own Charlie-Brown charm to them. The fun of debating over which tree to saw down and which one will actually fit inside the house far outweighs the fact that you will indeed get cold and wet. Those sneaky trees always look smaller out in the woods, then you get the tree home and realize…it’s WAY too tall. That’s when you break out the saw. ; )
We found the perfect tree fairly quickly and came back home to make spiced apple cider and warm up in front of the wood stove. Then, after realizing that we had little rodent intruders in the attic that chewed through every single strand of lights that we have, Mom and Dad had to make a trip to the hardware store. Darn mice.
We finally got the tree up and decorated, just in time for the lights to sparkle through the window out into the night.
There’s something so beautiful and full of wonder about Christmas trees, don’t you think? I just love sitting and looking at the lights and the ornaments reflecting the pretty colors, it’s so nice and relaxing and cozy.
I hope you’re having fun getting ready for Christmas! We sure are. 🙂