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!
mother. wife. friend. teacher. writer. reader. photographer. birder. quilter. blogger.
Liza Lee Miller 
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.