After lunch yesterday, and with the ax in the trunk, Rachel and I drove up to our uncle's hunting property in New Era to cut down a Christmas tree. I love road trips with my wife. For some reason we get sillier and simpler with just a radio between us, singing, sharing, or just sitting silently. We didn't know exactly how to get there, but we found our way somehow, rolling along a narrow dirt road way back into the woods.
None of the little trees we found are perfect. We picked our favorite, cut it down, carried it to the
car and stuffed it in the trunk through the folded down seat.
We stopped at Home Depot to get some lights; outside were Christmas trees for sale, specifically one of the same size for ten dollars. It was perfectly shaped and much softer than the one we hand picked (with gloves - the needles are sharp!). We laughed at ourselves, but we still love our tree.
Why is it that we chose to drive a hundred miles to get our own for "free" when there was a better one, picked for us just around the corner from our house? I am so glad we did, especially with our imperfect tree lighting up our home with all of the little ornaments glowing and beautiful.
Our first Christmas tree.
having you heard of the children's book "Why Christmas Trees Aren't Perfect"??? It totally makes you rethink what a perfect Christmas tree looks like...sounds like yours is perfect!
ReplyDeleteNo I haven't heard of that book - I'll keep my eye out for it. Thanks :)
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