It seems like we have started putting our tree up the week of Thanksgiving. Of course, we pull out the box and fluff the branches out and plug it in and presto. Instant Christmas tree.
Growing up, however, was an entirely different story. We didn't even get our tree until the second week of December. We always had a real live Christmas tree. When I was older we started going to the Christmas tree farm and picking one out and cutting it down ourselves. It seemed like whatever day we went to get our tree was the coldest day of the entire year and it took forever to pick out just the right tree. The worst part was watering the tree and it was always an adventure to see dad take that thing out of the house. The bonus of a real tree is that in July we were still finding needles in the carpet.
When Randy and I got married we carried the torch for the real tree. We went to cut ours down at the same Christmas tree farm. We would load up on a Sunday afternoon and caravan with my parents and my aunt & uncle. Eventually, my mom and dad decided to get an artificial tree and when they bought a new one we inherited their old one. These days Abby is so allergic to pine trees that she puffs up like a balloon if there is one anywhere near.
Nothing reminds me of Christmas at home as much as the smell of a fresh pine tree. I really miss that.
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I just light a pine scented candle and it is basically like a real tree :).
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