Every year after Thanksgiving we head out to the local tree farm with some good friends to find the "perfect tree". Jen and I did the math this year and this marked our fifth season of practicing this tradition. Crazy how time flies by. I still remember that first year we decided to skip Menards and Flowerama for our trees and take the then little boys out to a real tree farm. My tree has started to be not only a sign of Christmas in our home, but almost every time I look at it I also think of friendship and smiling little kids running around the tree lot. It always makes me smile.
This year was much the same as past years... we bundled up, my husband insisted the first tree we saw was fine, I convinced him to keep walking, Matt found the tallest and fullest he could find, the boys chased and darted through the trees, the men pretended to cut the tree down and then called the real tree guys over to finish, we laughed a lot, made jokes, sipped on cider, ate popcorn, and just shared a simple yet special tradition that we just threw together 5 years ago. The only thing missing this year was Matt's plaid shirt! It has nothing to do with Jesus' birth or the real meaning behind this season, but has everything to do with friendship, family, love, fun, and tradition. And it is very good. It has become one of my favorite traditions we do and it all started on a whim decision not too long ago. The tree is cut and up and the Christmas season at the Hansen's has officially begun!
Checking out the situation...
Waiting for our tree... notice the decorated windows in the back ground? Those are re- purposed by Dave's aunt and cousin... don't they do an awesome job!?!?
The gang... five years and counting!
Let the Christmas season begin!
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