When I lived at my parent’s house, every Saturday after Thanksgiving, my Dad’s side of the family would meet at the nearby Christmas tree farm early in the morning. We would gather in the parking lot, head to the entrance of the farm, enjoy a tractor ride to the middle of the tree farm, spend quite a while trying to find the perfect tree, yell “timber!” when my Dad sawed the tree, and then watched the tree be shaken and wrapped.
We would then meet at the cars in the parking lot where everyone would enjoy hot cocoa and doughnuts before heading back to my parent’s house for a barbeque.
Traditions are awesome. Aren’t they?
Do you Have a Real Christmas Tree or Fake Christmas Tree?
When my husband and I started living together, we moved from one apartment to another where, unfortunately, we couldn’t have a real tree. Knowing that his family also always had a real tree in their house, our hearts were a little broken as we attached the pieces of the fake tree. We would try to make the most of it but we also couldn’t wait until we could one day have a real tree to celebrate Christmas.
Don’t get me wrong … fake trees are beautiful. However, a real tree in the home during the holidays is something that is part of what completes the holiday season for me since it’s a strong tradition in my family.
When we moved into a rowhouse in D.C., we finally had the opportunity to have a real tree in our home during Christmas. Even though we picked up the tree at the local home improvement store (city living at its finest), there was something so magical about the ambiance, smell, and look of welcoming our first real tree into our home.
Last year, we were in a new home in the countryside and couldn’t wait to go back to our traditions of going to a tree farm, especially with our son. We found an amazing Christmas tree farm, picked out our favorite tree, and hauled it back to the farm to watch it be shaken and wrapped.
This year, we went back to the same farm and kept the tradition alive. Since our son could walk, it brought so much joy to my heart to watch him walk through the field, pick up sticks, watch his Dad saw down the tree, and descend the hill with us back to the farm.
I absolutely love that we have been able to go back to our roots and begin a tradition that we hope will continue for years to come.
Do you get a real or fake Christmas tree?
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