Off we go up the hill in search of the perfect tree.
VOILA. The girls found a good one!
It's Fritz's dad-job to cut it down.
Loaded in the truck and ready to journey home.
A second tradition we have had for the last 10 years is to have our friend Britney (almost a third daughter- she was my mother's helper for years when the girls were young, and we have stayed close all these years) over on the Saturday morning after the tree is up and lit, to help decorate the tree. Christmas music is playing and hot cocoa and a yummy baked treat are at the ready. It is a very special day for us.
So pretty, and we get to enjoy it for the coming month.