We went out to the country to cut down our own Christmas Tree this weekend. I fondly remember our annual trip to chop down our tree as a kid. The shooshing, the hayride, carols and hot cocoa. I must have had the haze of youth, because it was not as magical as I remember. Not to be too bam humbug. It was jsut REALLY cold yesterday and there was no snow, thus no shooshing. Much to Nick's dismay it will be annual tradition. We'll just pick a slightly warmer day next year. It was 2 degrees (16 for our Canadian viewers) with who knows what windchill. It was chi-i-ly!
I cut down the tree myself Paul Bunyan style. Check out my pipes :)
Bennet had rosey cheeks for hours afterwards, but she had fun.
I was trying to capture my breath on film, but it didn't work.