It might never have become a tradition.
When my husband and I were first married, we decided to cut our own tree. What better way to start our new life together!
With nothing available near town, we took the afternoon off and drove about an hour outside the city to the most enormous tree farm I could imagine. Cold and snow added to the ambiance as we set out over the many (many) hills in search of the very best tree.
Hours later, our toes were numb and fingers white. We hadn’t expected two hours of hunting in addition to two hours of travel, but we had a big beautiful tree. We dragged it back down over many (many) hills and slid it into our hatchback. And the hatch wouldn’t close.
The attendant was undaunted, “Happens all the time. We keep lots of rope.” Soon the hatch was tied down and we set out on the hour trek home. All the way back the wind whistled through the car. The heater didn’t have a chance. Our fingers turned even paler.
And a tradition ended before it began.
Until last year.
Hosting the extended family party (approx 55 people), I decided we needed a great tree and coming up short (literally) in the usual spots, we ventured to a newly discovered cut your own. The result: great tree, reasonable price, and buying from a local small business. New tradition–hooray!
Here is how it went this year…
Do you have a favorite holiday tradition–new or old?
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