This year we had the tree that shed….all of its needles.
Our family tradition has been to drive to a local, nearby tree farm, cut down a tree, and drive it home. Drag it inside, set up it, and by then my family is over helping with the “experience.” Asking, pleading, and prodding ensues in order to get the lights and ornaments on the tree.
This year amidst the hustle and bustle we decided to stop at a big store and buy a precut tree. After a movie we walked among the cut trees. They looked fine. They looked okay. The two Littles gravitated towards a particular type and we chose one they were in love with.
At the tree farm, the employees tie the tree to your vehicle. At this place, WE tied the tree to the truck. And it was comical and took about 15 minutes to make sure it was secure and wasn’t going to fly off and cause a Griswald kind of Christmas experience. We got it done and headed home.
I noticed immediately the tree wasn’t “shaken” as they do at the tree farm. A few more needles than we were used to fell as we set up the tree and let it sit for a bit to settle…and to make sure it wasn’t going to fall over. Our stand is a little …. lacking.
Success. Onto adding lights, ornaments, tree skirt, and train underneath…because we’re all cute like that.
It started slowly. The needles fell in small waves.
Check out this video I took of the noise it makes…. Stick with the video to the end…….
And by the time we got back from Bridger Bowl, the sad tree looked like this…..droopy and forlorn.
After we removed the lights…..it became the epitome of sadness.
And the death zone of danger was created for anyone not wearing shoes. Note my carpet is beige.
Next year we shall get our family fresh cut tree from the tree farm.