We live down the road from a Christmas tree farm. Ever since we moved in, we’d been anxiously waiting for Christmas to come around so that we can pick out our own tree to put up and decorate together. I haven’t had a real tree since I was a small child, so I was excited to bring one into the house. We drive up the road and park and get out. A young boy and a man greets us and asks us if we wanted to choose a pre-cut tree or one that we can cut down ourselves. We said we wanted a pre-cut one, so they point us over to a group of pre-cut trees.
We go up and down a couple of rows. They were all very beautiful, but we narrowed it down to two. One was full and thick and the other one was thin and straight. I mentioned that while I loved both, the “chunky” one looked nicer. We got the boy and he lifted it up all by himself and gave a fresh cut and put it over our car for us.
Getting it inside, we spent quite a bit time trying to center the base under the tree and getting it secured. Thankfully the dog shows no interest in the tree, so there’s (mostly) no danger for him to knock it over and all the ornaments with it.
Decorating prevailed with the help of some Christmas music and afterwards we sat on the couch and just admired it. Not too bad for our first tree together, if I do say so myself.