Boy, it was COLD this weekend! What better way to celebrate than to spend time outside buying a Christmas tree! We bundled up the boy and headed to Lowe’s.
Yes, I have grand ideas of going to a tree farm to cut one down ala Christmas Vactaion , or to make the event more of, well, an event as in A Christmas Story , but not this year. We made the affair a quickie because: a) it was freezing cold, and b) it was freezing cold. Charlie wasn’t really all that into twirling 30 trees around to determine which one was the fullest with the fewest bare spots, either.
Fortunately, all of the trees at Lowe’s looked the same, so there was little twirling required. We were in and out in 10 minutes, making the hip twenty-something couple who could not decide on “the perfect tree” a little envious. Who knows how long they were there trying to select one? 20 minutes? 40 minutes? Trust me, we’ve been there, and it’s a total waste of time. Because when you finally get the tree home and in its stand, it is inevitably perfect!
Charlie loves his perfect first Christmas tree. Here he is in awe of its scent and prickly needles. Yea! Christmas! 
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