My husband decided that today was the day.
The day to get our Christmas tree.
When I asked him where we were going to get said tree he replied matter-of-factly, “Down the road, at the Christmas Tree farm.”
Uh… huh? I didn’t remember seeing any tree farm down the road.
An hour later, kids bundled and ready for the Christmas tree hunt, he wasn’t completely sure he’d remembered correctly.
And what a sweet, little Christmas Tree farm it was.
Just lots of open land. And lots of big ol’ trees.
When we asked the gentleman how the trees were priced, he said, “Any tree you want is $30.”
It was tough.
But in the end, we decided to go for the big dog.
Thirty minutes later, we were regretting that decision.
Getting hit by a falling Christmas Tree isn’t on my list of things to do.
Toasty, roasty, snuggly home.
In case it’s slipped your mind… tomorrow is Sunday. Again.
That means another round of Sunday Snapshot.
Just grab the button, write up your Snapshot post and leave a comment so I know where to find your post tomorrow!