Finally getting this post up, even though we've had our tree three weeks now...
Anyways, it starts with a trip to the far and distant forest...or this year, to the local nursery
I thought it was quite interesting, but somehow seemed barbaric, that all of the trees were hanging, yes hanging as in rope and noose, from the ceiling...
Made for easy visualization, though, as you tried to picture how it would appear in your living room. We searched high and low for quite a while through tons of trees, and I took time to enjoy the beautiful, festive decorations and flowers inside
While my husband waited, bored and freezing...and oh, yes, so happy to be there picking out a fresh tree. Can't you tell?
Anyways, we finally found "the one" - that perfect one on which beams of sunlight shine down from heaven with heavenly voices saying, "Ahhhh" and you just know that this is THE tree for you, the one that was chosen before time to belong in your living room.
Actually, this year it didn't go quite like that, we basically settled for a much cheaper, smaller tree and convinced ourselves that it was 'fine'. At any rate, it was the chosen tree for us, and we were just happy to get it home and out of the cold.
The merry, helpful nursery staff loaded it for us
And it waited in our car in breathless (literally) anticipation to discover its new home
And once it got to its new home...
It was dressed in hot light bulbs, weighed down with ornaments, choked in tinsel and beads, and bullied by kitty cats. Oh, and did I say majorly dehydrated because its owners forget to water it?
Well, sorry, O Christmas Tree, but thank you for making the sacrifice to look beautiful in our house this year and warm and comfort us with your merry lights.