We usually get our Christmas tree after Thanksgiving. We go up to Crest Ranch in Bonny Doon, California. It is on the ridge above our house. It’s a beautiful location.
We have to examine each tree.
Carefully.
We have fun along the way . . . all of it totally safe and legal.
(Or not . . . oops!)
In the end, we are successful in choosing a beautiful tree.
And have some special family time.
And some eye-rolling good jokes . . .
Still, I can’t imagine a better way to spend a cold, blustery Saturday morning. Fueled with hot chocolate and donuts, we drove up the mountain and found our symbol of the season this year. Success.
Happy Christmas, everyone!
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What fun! Happy Christmas!
Thanks, Pam! It really was fun — even with the cold, blustery, wet wind!
The smiles on the kids’ faces say it all.
Family traditions are NEVER forgotten. Those memories last through thick and thin.
I agree, KGMom. I may never get them to sit down with Santa again but we’ve got 12 years of memories.