We drove to the Christmas tree farm that we have been to for the last 2 years but it was closed, so we ventured further down the road to another. Handy, being in the country isn’t it?
It was hot. The kids were a little frazzled. Rob was over my perfectionism. And did I mention it was hot? Looks the picture though doesn’t it?
There’s much deliberation at a Christmas Tree farm. Each one looks right, except for that one thing.
And that one thing, in our instance, was that our tree was fucking massive. Griswald massive. Oh you BET I made him cut that down.
Her name was Charlotte, apparently. So the girls told me. She was netted up, and sent on her way.
We spent the afternoon Christmasing up the house. And it’s worth it. Our house does Christmas very well.
It’s perhaps the BIGGEST, widest tree we’ve ever had. Wide is the word. GIRTH.
I tend to throw everything at our Christmas tree. It’s a little dodgy. A little home made. A little colourful. And I love it.
The house smells amazing. The mood is set. Christmas, whether we like it or not, is a coming. And I’m starting to get excited…
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