Ahhhh…can you smell that? No? It’s the smell of a freshly cut tree in our house. Honestly the smell of fresh pine takes me to my happy place. My childhood or something. Christmas is here! Squeeeeeeeeeee!
The gals and I went to a Christmas Tree farm not far from here this afternoon and walked around choosing “the” one and when we did? We cut that sucker down. Chucked it in the car. Got it home. And decorated the hell out of it.
As Daisy said “Santa is going to DIE when he sees this!”
And I think he just might.