The smell of a real, live Christmas tree. This is Madison's and Patrick's first real tree ever. Can you believe that? Well, I mean, obviously the Madison part wasn't a surprise, but Patrick? He's been around for twenty-seven Christmases before this one, and if he's to be believed, he has never once had a real tree. I can at least vouch for him for the six Christmases we've been married. Every year before this, we had a fake tree, but I always knew I wanted to go "real" once we had kids. Or kid and dog. Actually, now that we "have a kid", I kind of hate the way that phrase sounds. Like you have a hammer, or a toaster oven, except it's a kid instead. But I digress. This post is supposed to be about our Christmas tree!
Originally, my plan was to go to a Christmas tree farm and chop down the tree of our choosing. Then I started to dread the long ride to the nearest farm, and the long time spent in the cold picking out/cutting down/dragging back our tree. At first, I pressed on with the plan, mostly out of some strange sense of duty to Madison to "do it right". Then I realized that Madison would probably be even more miserable than we would if we "did it right". So off to good ol' Walmart we went.
Sadly, we are now a zero truck household. Man, we miss his Ranger. Since we didn't have a truck to toss the tree into, we had to go with plan B for getting our prize home. Enter the Explorer.
We put Madison in her saucer so I could "help" Patrick with getting the tree in place. And by "help", I mean make him come through the back door twice because the camera wasn't ready the first time.
I'll admit; once it was in its stand, I couldn't help feeling a little...disappointed. It was just so small! But I didn't say anything, because we had just spent more than a dollar (meaning a lot of money in our book) on it, and Pat had worked really hard (in the cold) to get it home.
I'd like to know...do you do real or fake trees for Christmas?