It Looked Smaller Outside….

The Christmas whirlwind starts as soon as Thanksgiving is over in our household.  Earlier, if we don’t host at our house.  The first thing we did on Friday was go out to Snohomish for our Christmas tree.  Wesley, who managed to get two ear infections and a sinus infection this weekend, fell asleep in the car.  This meant that Dwayne and the girls were in charge of finding the perfect tree while I stayed with Wes.  Uh, oh, I hope you are thinking to yourself.

 

 

 

We like big trees, but I thought the rule of thumb was a tree about as tall as we could reach if we stood on our tiptoes and stretched our arm as far it it would go.  Dwayne thought he’d go with what looked the right size.  Outside. 

 

This is the beauty he found.  It was a clear and sunny morning and it took little time to kill and bag it.  Nice hunting, Babe!

 

 

This wonderful farm had a huge fire to warm up next to and a kettle corn stand.  It’s pretty much all we require in a tree farm.

 

We took it home and set it up fairly quickly.  And then tried to get it inside the house.

 

Hmmm.  Thank goodness for cathedral ceilings.  And ladders.

 

The girls did most of the decorating, so many of the lower branches have three, four, or even five ornaments hanging on them.  The breakable ones are hanging up high enough that even kids on ladders can’t reach them. 

 

There are lovely, tasteful trees.  There are themed and splendid trees.  And then there are ones that are beautiful, as the eye beholds.  And I love our family Christmas tree.