Not only were we late getting to the tree, we also broke tradition. Our schedules didn’t allow a trip to Santa Land, but we found a lovely tree farm nearby that provided the experience of choosing and chopping down our tree of choice. Major joined us and had his nose to the ground the whole time.
We’re still loving our Charlie Brown string lights, even though half of the strands are broken. I’m thinking a post-Christmas stock-up is in order.
This year’s tree is literally half the size of last year’s, but even though it’s not as grand, I’m happy that I didn’t need a step ladder. The tree was finished in an hour and I wasn’t covered in sap.