The day we went Christmas tree hunting… well that day was seriously so cold. The wind was blowing like crazy and it was sort of… ick. And yet, the entire idea of finding the perfect tree is something I look forward to all year long. Picking out the tree gets my heart rate up and my blood pumping. I’m not even exaggerating. I can see in my kids the excitement they feel as well. We do a countdown from 10, like counting down a rocket ship blast off, when we find the tree and boy do we just squeal when we find “the one!” The joy, the sense of Christmas relief, it’s boarder-line hysterical. We’ve done it!
As a kid, I remember always wanting to be the one to find the tree. You see, I grew up in a family of five children. So you’d think at least once every five years it would have been my turn… Hahahahahaa #somuchforthatdream. I can’t help but laugh thinking about it now. Racing around the tree farm, completely void of adult supervision, because back in the day… yeah you know. We ran and ran, hoping our tree would be the one and dad would cut it down. After the tree was cut and we had marched back to the tree barn, hauling the tree with frozen fingers (my dad of course did the hauling; we just thought we did), we got our candy cane gift from the tree farm employees and a hot chocolate.
Those are some of my favorite and most cherished memories. I hope to give my children the same. The thrill of running up and down the never ending rows of trees and the warm barn full of goodies after we find the perfect one. We have found a place we love and it has the perfect red barn. It’s full of darling decorations and ornaments to pick from and they have a little goodie stand. It’s perfect. It’s magic. It’s tradition. (at least for the years we live in the area right??)