No Thanksgiving weekend would be complete without the harvesting of a beautiful Douglas Fir.
Or, as the case has been the previous couple of years, the decorating of our fake, 12 inch, Charlie Brown-ish tree. Yes, you read that right, 12 inch. Complete with tiny little ornaments, a bitty star on top and, of course, a mini strand of lights. Our beloved tiny tree matched the tiny budget we had as Daddy was in school full time. But we decorated it while listening to Christmas carols and lighted candles for ambiance. We truly enjoyed ourselves and our bitty tree always looked so lovely.
Well, this year Daddy has a job (although he is also in school full-time, as well) and we splurged on a real live 7 foot Douglas Fir. It smells so good!
My little Christmas tree hunters, all bumkined up in flanel and blue jeans!
"Aaaaaah! This is the one!"
Although he's happy about the tree, the boy who isn't fond of spiders is keeping his distance from it until Daddy can shake it out, thankyouverymuch.