Now that we have a baby, I have decided it's time to set some family holiday traditions: saying what we are thankful for at Thanksgiving, cutting down our own Christmas tree, visiting Santa, new Christmas jammas....the list goes on and on.
So after all the Thanksgiving festivities we decided to hunt down a Christmas tree. The husband and I looked online to find a place that was close to us but you know what? Turns out Christmas tree farmers aren't really in to website design! So when we finally decided on a farm we weren't really sure what to expect. Needless to say I don't think we'll go back next year. In my perfect world a Christmas tree farm should have either Santa, live reindeer, or at least some hot chocolate or hot cider, right?
We made the best of things and hunted around until we found what we thought was the perfect tree!
What this placed lacked in charm it made up for it with an abundance of trees to pick from!
I like to say that Hudson picked this tree out....but once he started to head towards a melt-down, we knew it was time to stop looking around and just pick one already!
Me, getting ready to cut down our tree. Or pretending to cut it. You decide.
The husband was the real lumber jack that day.
Our little moose was all smiles while watching daddy cut down the tree.
So you may be wondering why this Christmas tree is the meanest? Well, in our rush to avoid a Hudson melt-down we didn't realize that the one we picked was the spikiest tree in the world. Seriously it hurts to touch it! I had to wear gloves to decorate it and still had red scratches all over my arms!
She may be mean, but she sure is pretty!