Years ago I remember going to a Christmas tree farm with mom and my sister. If you’re anything like me, you’re picturing a cute girls day out, full of Christmas music and cozy clothes, where we would find the perfect fraser fir and take it home to decorate it by the fire. In reality, my sister and I argued the whole hour and half drive, made countless bathroom stops, and arrived at the farm only to find that they didn’t sell fraser firs. It was a trip from you know where. Needless to say, every year since then our tree has come from the tree lot on the side of the road about five minutes from the house. But now I’m married (!!!) and Steve and I thought it would be fun to start the tradition of cutting down our Christmas tree.
So yesterday we searched for Christmas tree farms not too far from us. I was really wanting to drive up to the mountains, but my intelligent husband suggested we not go any further than an hour drive away since Evelyn would be with us and the car is still not her favorite. Our search led us to the “perfect” place; they had a few acres of trees, they provided a saw for you to cut down The One with, and they even had their own Santa there that you could take pictures with. We bundled up for the 70 degree weather we had yesterday, listened to Christmas music the whole way, and a little over an hour later we were finally there!
We pulled up and y’all, it was the same place mom, Carly and I had been to about 15 years ago.
They had hundreds of trees, but still no fraser firs. Actually they did have a whopping EIGHT fraser firs…that they got from the christmas tree lot down the street. It was too beautiful of an afternoon and we had driven too far to just turn around so we got out to see what they had. They had beautiful trees that were green and cone-shaped like a Christmas tree should be, but the branches were not sturdy enough to have supported any ornaments or lights.
I also may be a bit of a Christmas tree snob. I absolutely love the smell of a fresh Christmas tree and I get so much enjoyment finding the fattest and fullest tree on the lot. Plus the Santa they had was charging $10 just to sit on his lap and take iPhone pictures. I have no problem spending $10, but I’d much rather spend it on a Santa suit at Goodwill and
make let Steve dress up.
Leaving this place without cutting down our own tree was a bit disappointing, but it certainly wasn’t a waste because the sunset was stellar and Evelyn discovered dandelions.
Going home without a tree on our roof was far too painful so we found another tree farm that was semi on the way home. This tree farm was not exactly what we wanted, they had acres of fraser firs, but they were already cut and in stands. I can’t complain though because the trees were beautiful, the people were super friendly, and the farm was really cozy. It was family owned and it turns out one of the guys ran track with Steve in college, such a small world! There was an old barn and farm house on the property, a fire pit, and lots of animals–cows, donkeys, aaand alpacas! If you’ve never seen an alpaca they are basically much cuter, fuzzy llamas, and Evelyn loved them. I wish I had a picture of the smile on her face when she saw them, but I was too busy soaking in the moment so you’ll just have to use your imagination. This place also had a Santa and you got to take pictures with him for free. A family with an infant was taking pictures with him and Evelyn all but threw herself on the ground because she couldn’t go up to Santa at that moment. Then when it was her turn to sit in his lap she showed off her most recently learned talent of shaking her head no and this was the best we got.
Before we left Steve begged me to get in the sleigh and take a picture with Evelyn so I happily obliged.
And then the guy who helped
us Steve carry and secure the tree begged to take our picture with our tree strapped to the top of our car so we happily obliged again.
Since we got back from our honeymoon and haven’t had a real day back to work yet, we’ve been moving slow and have only gotten the tree inside and put lights on it. It is fat and full and probably a little too big for our tiny living room, but it is perfect. Evelyn has enjoyed touching the lights and staring up in wonder at it. Steve and I sit by the light of the tree as we watch football and I type. And in case you were wondering, Gracie is loving the nook behind the tree and Beau doesn’t know what to think so he mostly just lies on the couch.
Life is pretty wonderful right now.