Christmas Tree...Check

Without much fanfare, we went out tonight and got our Christmas tree. I couldn't image the thought of me lugging the three kiddos to a tree farm, let alone cutting one down. I'd have to sit on Griffin while I did it, so he didn't take off running through the pine forest. Although, if the wolves found him, I'm sure they would welcome him in. He seems to act as if he's been raised by wolves as it is. The last few years we've gotten our tree at Home Depot, and that seems to work out just fine.

I should just make my life easier and get a fake tree, but I CAN'T do it. I'm not sure I will ever cross over. Having a real tree for Christmas would be part of my Bull Durham, "I believe in..." speech. I love having a real tree!

I talked to a friend the other day, who said she felt like a tree killer for wanting a real tree. Read this article, if you feel that way too. Having a real tree is actually better for the environment. So, there you go...guilt free. Trust me, I'm a tree hugger.

So, what's next on the list? Shopping, decorating, baking, wrapping? I have yet to feel that Christmas intensity, but I know it's going to creep up on me.

If you celebrate Christmas, are you ready yet? It's coming.

Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall. - Larry Wilde, The Merry Book of Christmas

Comments

[Corinne]

Thank you for the huge smile after reading the Bull Durham reference :) It's a favorite movie around here... I get chills when he rattles off his list!
We're real tree people also... my parents had a fake one for a few years and I could never wrap my head around it... it just wasn't the same! We're getting ours this coming Saturday, I can't wait!

[Carolyn]

First of all...your shots are award winning in my opinion. The photos of the birds took my breath away. I am serious you need to enter them in some kind of contest who knows what it could lead to. Now, about the tree killer thing....I know they are renewable and all that, I just feel bad that the tree could be the center of one's world for a few brief moments, and then suddenly be tossed out with the remains of the pizza we had the night before. It just seems like there should be some kind of ceremony or something, to celebrate the fact that the tree gave us its life to create joy in our hearts. Whoa...maybe too much "Buddhism for Mothers"