Before I say anything else, I'm sorry if I offend any lovers of fake trees. :) Growing up in a (if not THE) Christmas tree capital of the world, I've always gone out into the muddy tree field to cut a fresh tree. Its pretty fun, usually cold and wet, and we deliberate for more than a couple of minutes to find the perfect tree. Well, since moving to Utah its been a whole different story....both years we've been here we've gone to a tree lot to get a tree. I'm sure they've been cut for awhile (since I know when harvest season is in Oregon), but there's nothing like the smell of a fresh tree in the house! Yes, I can see how just pulling a tree out of a box, not dealing with pine needles or keeping the tree watered, etc. could be real motivation to get a fake one....BUT, this Oregon girl won't succumb....
Kyle and Kaden went without me this year to get our tree (yes, a little scary!). They did great though. I put lights on the tree during the kids' nap, and then we decorated when Kyle got home from work.
2 comments:
Are you calling this Wyoming girl a wimp for not getting a real tree? You better watch it lady or I'll drain the water from under your tree. Then we will see whose laughing....heee heeee. Just kidding. But hey in my house the fresh cut tree smell comes from a candle, cheaper, cleaner, somewhat safer and more mobile than the real thing:)
Yeah, we're with Jill. I would love a real tree but, as with many things, when you're husband works in the news he sees all of the bad things that happen over and over and won't allow it. *sigh* Oh well. Me and Jill can enjoy our Spruce in a Jar, eh? haha
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