We agreed this year to get a “modest” Christmas tree. And yet, somehow, we still ended up with a 7-footer.
And did I mention that we braved snow and 20-degree temperatures to find the perfect one? It took at least twice as long to drive to the tree farm, and we had to enlist help from a stranger when the minivan got stuck in the parking lot. Speaking of the minivan (that, yes, I do love so much), it couldn’t get up our very steep and unsalted driveway. And so Nick had to hoist the tree onto his back and carry it up to the house.
Oh, the things we do in the name of Christmas.
I just love the warm glow of a Christmas tree, don’t you?