A- we bought our Christmas tree for $100 dollars from a "tree farm" in a grocery store parking lot on Christmas Eve
B- we lived in no close proximity to any extended family members so we went on vacation and kicked the Christmas tree out of our celebration.
So in a nutshell: the Lortie's are not the most festive group of holiday participants
That being said- the whole "concept" of cutting down your own Christmas tree was very foreign to me until recently. Obviously, we have all see National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation a million times. (thank you TBS) Please see the below imagine to refresh your memory if you are drawing a blank!
And- of course that did not happen.
Like my mother always says "God does not allow you to remember the pain of child birth because if you did you would never another child!" well I am pretty sure Anne's saying applies to Christmas tree hunting. Except- the difference is childbirth gives you a child.... in my eyes that is a bit more exciting than a Frasier Fur, but the equally painful!(not that I know what child birth feels like, but I am sure I will blog about that one day!)
So at 4:00 on a bitter cold snowy Saturday our hunt started. (With an adorable little boy)
Had our Clark Griswold family moment
AND (drum roll please.........)
And children- the moral to the story is: support your local boy scouts :) But, needless to say: we had a ggggggreat time... with the fried food and beers after the two hours in the dark bitter cold!
Oh but the plus side is:
So with our Christmas Tree tale being told we hope that everyone has a wonderful and safe Holiday Season!!! (stay warm, we have 2 feet of snow! Thank God for AWD)
Brenna, David, & Rupert (shown as a reindeer)