Finally! We have found time to go and choose our Christmas tree. One of my favourite rituals of the year, selecting our tree from the fields and then chopping it down.
I know I posted about an artificial tree a few weeks ago, but I really missed the smell of a real one, so I passed that tree onto my in laws as a gift, and we went back to our usual Christmas tradition. Gladly…
Much excitement… honestly you would have thought the boys hadn’t seen a Christmas tree before. Screeching and running between the trees – shout out this one, or that one. Calling trees random names like ‘Philip Stephen’ (god knows where this one came from.
In the end Charlie spotted the perfect tree – the right height, bushy at the bottom, with candelabra branches all the way to the top. Just right.
Dan set to sawing down the tree, borrowing gloves and a saw from the farm owner. A few swift pulls from the hand saw and TIMBER! The tree was down.
Hurrah! Philip Stephen Christmas Tree was ours! I’m not sure on the name, but hey the tree is gorgeous, and I’m now starting to feel a little more festive.