O Christmas Tree

This entry is for my family, who is always amused by our Christmas tree.  For the past five years, Whit has refused to purchase a Christmas tree from a tree farm.  After all, we have a lot of trees in our woods to choose from, and many of them are actually balsam firs...the kind you find on Christmas tree lots.  Of course, they haven't been trimmed, and they're about 25 feet tall, but those are minor details.  I keep ragging on my Botanist and the Farmer to plant a few small ones in our field to be pruned and groomed for our living room, but that hasn't happened yet.

For the past few years we've had some good snow.  This year has been rather disappointing, although we did get enough for a white Christmas.  Usually we harness ol' Scooby to the sled and have him drag the tree home.  It's always quite a process to wade through the deep snow, cut the tree and get it home.  Not this year though.  We had barely six inches of snow, and I wasn't able to be here.  So the Farmer, the Botanist, and the Boy all went to the woods to cut the aforementioned tannenbaum and drag it home, sans Scooby. 

When I arrived home, the tree was standing in its place of honor, with the lights already rigged up on it by the Botanist.  All I had to do was help decorate.  It was a lot better than getting run over by the sled with the tree on it again this year.  :) 

Without further ado, here is the picture of our Christmas tree this year (minus the bottom 19 feet or so.)  I always have to laugh.  Every year someone stands back and says, "That's the best tree we've had yet."  I'm sure it is.  We're getting good at that pruning thing.