This was our Christmas tree last year. Wasn't it beautiful?
We ALWAYS get our tree from the local high school band fundraiser, they sell beautiful trees. We have been very happy EVERY YEAR.
This year, we should have preordered, but weren't able to. They didn't order extra trees this year, even though for the last 9 years, we have preordered and they have had extra trees. This year NO EXTRA TREES.
I left crying. What were we going to do now? Where else can you get a tree?
Too keep this in perspective, this is our 10th Christmas in this house, and every tree has come from that lot.
I dried my tears, put on my big girl panties, and did a search for Christmas Tree Lots.
I found the Merry Christmas Tree Farm, you can cut your own tree.
Many people cut their own trees here; you get a permit, bundle up your kids, lug in your saw, go hiking through the woods, stop the kids from fighting, find a tree, pause to warm up their little bodies, cut down tree, lug it out of the forest, stop because their feet are tired, continue hiking out of forest, tie tree to your car, and drive it home.
Not my idea of a great day.
The Merry Christmas Tree Farm seemed like a perfect answer.
No permit required, they provide saws, tree farm is not national forest, we shouldn't get lost, short hike back to car lugging tree and tired kids.
We still had the Griswold experience, I was waiting for the light to shine down on the perfect tree.
On our third time around the tree farm, Ben mentions, "um, Honey, you know you are not going to find a perfect tree like we get from the lot. Those are grown and groomed to be perfect. These aren't."
Me, "I am sure we can find one, maybe over here."
"Or maybe, back over this way."
Ok, so there wasn't the big light shining down on the perfect tree, maybe the reflection from the snow made me think this was the one.
And now it looks like this:
Let's see them side by side:
On the bright side, decorating the tree took no time at all, I even packed up a bunch of ornaments we didn't use. It could have something to do with the lack of branches....