I had this dream of us going out as a family to this cute little tree lot where we'd spend hours analyzing each and every tree, drinking hot cocoa, and singing carols until we found "the one" - just as a cute little bird would fly up, land on my oustretched finger and sing us a little tune. Then we'd pack up and head home, laughing all the way.
Then I woke up and realized we were at Menard's. Surrounded by hot pink signs and cardboard boxes. Oh, and the trees? All completely tied up. Please tell me how you're supposed to pick a tree when you can't see it.
Amazingly enough we picked out the cutest little tree I've ever had. Seriously! It's way better than our "perfect" fake one, and the smell is just to die for. I don't know why it took us this long to get a real tree, but I'm hooked.
The highlight of the trip was definitely L meeting Frosty the Snowman for the very first time. I'd say they hit it off. ;)
|the real one|
|the fake one|
|and two minis for good measure :)|