Family traditions

We decided to start a new tradition this year by cutting down our own tree for Christmas.  On a rather warm November day, we took the family truckster out into the country and found the tree farm we were looking for.

 

A short hay ride later, we were standing in the middle of a bunch of trees.  The girls picked out the one they wanted and, unlike the Griswold's, we had a saw to cut it down.  After hauling it back to "check out", we had it shaken, wrapped up, and tied to the top of the truckster.

Since we didn't have a root ball to contend with, we didn't look quite like this.

The tree is actually larger than it appears.

 Now, to get it in the house.

Getting there...it's still larger than it appears.

 Moving right along.  It was time to release it from it's bind.

 

If you're a Pirates fan, you'll get the reference.

Much better.  It still looks a little naked, but there stands our nine foot tree.



Ahh, that's more like it. 

Four beautiful, smiling ladies had a great time trimming the tree with Papa.

Fake tree upstairs, real tree downstairs.  It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

No windows were busted out, no squirrels were in the tree, and all the lights worked.