After a couple days of stomach virus chaos, we had to really kick it in gear to pull our holiday decorating together this year. Every year we head out with a chainsaw and the crew to cut down our own Christmas tree from our own property.
Now, we don’t grow Christmas trees. Or any standard Christmas tree varieties, other than the occasional native Virginia Pine. So it’s scrubby White Pines pushing each other around on the edges of the fields.
We just walk into the woods together and come out with something evergreen.
We usually end up with a 6 ft tall Charlie Brown tree.
But not without some work. Some cold noses. Some slippery slopes. Some lost gloves.
It was dark by the time we found “the right one” this year.
Then we got to take turns putting on unbreakable ornaments.
Except for the one that got broken.
It’s funny…Mr. Fix-It and I compare our tree to the “perfect”, full, dark green trees we had growing up. Our kids don’t seem to notice the scrubbiness of our trees. The gaping bare spots. The unpredictable branch patterns. The way it only takes 50 lights to wrap the whole thing. Twice.
They love it regardless.
May we all have a child’s eyes this Christmas.
