First Tree

I grew up with a Christmas Tree in a Box.  We weren't allowed to have real trees.  They were too messy.

It's a fabulous thing to be an adult and have the authority to choose your own Christmas tree.  

I get a real tree every year now.  A real tree that drops pine needles and requires watering and is a little dangerous to decorate because of the random super-sharp needle that appears out of nowhere and stabs you while trying to hang the owl ornament just so on that branch.  I love it.

AND I cut down my own tree.  OK, Greg cuts it down, but I'm sure I could do it myself if I wanted to.  I just like watching him do manual labor.

Abby helped us with the tree acquisition this year by being adorable and eating pine needles.