When I was growing up, we cut down fresh Christmas trees. We weren’t exactly on a tree farm though. More like an old strip mine/wooded area. It was fun and felt a bit sneaky. Such rebels we were! Truly, though, it was a great way to get a tree. The trees weren’t sprayed with pesticides, and they were left to grow when, how, and where they pleased. We were never bothered by a single other tree shopper!
From Christmas 2004 until my family moved to Florida in 2011, we went to a Christmas tree farm with Cory’s family to pick out the perfect evergreen. That first Christmas was also the evening when we saw our very first positive pregnancy test. As we decorated our tree, we danced around the living room, listened to Bing Crosby, and cracked open a can of fruit cocktail. Our hearts were full with anticipating next Christmas with a new baby in our arms.
In late November 2011, Cory’s mom and dad drove a moving van down to Florida with our belongings. To our absolute shock and delight, a beautiful Christmas tree had made the trip–tied onto the back of the truck. What a surprise!
Last year, we picked up a Home Depot tree in a Florida parking lot. Not quite as fun.
But this year, the tradition continues. We bundled up, mounted the big wagon with hay bales for seats, and set out to choose our tree. A fresh snow and a bit of sunshine made the day perfect.