We were very late in getting our Christmas tree this year. So late, in fact, that we almost decided not to get one. We’ve made it a family tradition to go to a particular tree farm to pick out a tree. Because Eldest Son has been away at school, he hasn’t been home in order to take part in the family ritual, and we didn’t want to do this without him. Hubby picked him up for his holiday break last Friday and Saturday morning we sat down with all the kids and said, “Do you want a tree?” The kids definitively said, “Yes,” and we headed out of the house and into the near blizzard to get our tree.
When we got to the tree farm, we saw that there wasn’t a huge selection, but Daughter and I agreed that a small selection was actually a blessing. There was no arguing about what tree was the best. We got the tree shaken and wrapped and took it home and set it on the front stoop until after I had cleaned the living room.
Eldest Son had plans to have a friend over and when the friend arrived, he happened to be just in time for me to put the tree in the living room. He dragged it in and held it while I attached it to the tree stand. Here’s what it looked like:
And that’s the way it almost stayed. No one seemed to want to decorate it and several of us were of the mind that it didn’t need decorating. We broke down tonight. Daughter thought it needed some lights, which Daughter and I applied, thus:
It is now completely color coordinated with the living room.
(Young Son #2 loaned me his tripod in order to get a non-blurry shot of the tree with lights.)